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Lyrics
Proceding for exclusion, I find the real end of the things
And upstair a baby crys and tears on her face fool down on me
The waves of free times on my smiles and disilussions of old trees
I search, I find, I loose, I die, I sleep, I dream, I awake, I fool, I
Where are you now, why I’m searching for and can’t do it
I feel the envelope of cotton-wool shape, smooth and high
On my skin
On my eyes, on my tongue, on my lips
If you want, show me the way of glittering light
Collapsing voices and noises, soul and mud
On sunday morning in the fast food in the street
And always waiting for you in my clothes too large for me now
Quit and rush.
If you don’t ask and don’t answer, the questions run so deep
The night on line makes all perceptions so familiar
The darkest blue universe call me on metal wires of chips and bytes
The beats of my dream-machine take me high on air
Believe me, conscript me, analyse me, apologyze me for all the disguides
For all the delay, for the problems and circle spheres of smokey glass wrapped tightly
I don’t know, what I mean, but I don’t care, I like
The sound of my pen on the paper
Of my tongue in my mouth
Of your voice in my brain
Of your skin on my skin
Of your eyes in my eyes
Of the grace in your movements
Of your promises in the wind
Late in the summer evening end
Late
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