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The earth moves and the sun keeps stillBathwater tides come inA bird hits the window paneWith a joyless soundThat echoes round and roundIn your belly swim the sporesWe picked off the forest floorsAnd if you must cry with griefBlow your nose right on my sleeveDreams push out realitySand kisses fingertipsGhosts sing behind your earFor the one you loved, who's never coming backIn the bathtub swim the sporesWe picked off the forest floorsAnd if you must cry with griefBlow your nose right on my sleeveBlow your nose right on my sleeveBlow your nose right on my sleeveBlow your nose right on my sleeveBlow your nose right on my sleeve Aus Songtexte Mania