Again I'm standing in the rain
Braindead from a working day
A
Beams of light are slashing through the night
Much too late
Leading me through all the way back home
Breaking with the
Floating down the sea
I'm living at the edge of seasons
Take
Now we don't talk anymore
It's not that I think you're
Did you really think that daisy chains picked in vain
Put
A little piece of something
Falling gently down down down
No one
The new born moon seems like a cradle, shining on
We both know we dreamed our life away
We both thought
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