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There was a brief period of time where everything sort of fell into placeEven if I had to sever the edges a littleProspectsLike dead leavesWere fatalAnd it was autumnBut I was obliviousOblivious to how the stars become disenchanted by the cityDisenchanted by veterans wounded not by bullets but time And who were given a salty and solemn saluteI had a forest of plentyBut there was very little I could offer youI searched every inch of the woodlandEach acre was filled envyEvery canopy corrupted by conjectureThe trees were spider webs in the attics of my youthWithin them I searchedNothing was hidden or sacredIt was my ownI made a path for myself and walkedBarefoot on the gravelJust a stones throw from the graveI met a vagabond and he told me all the ways that I was wrong and I believed him because he was old and I was youngBut he wasn't wiseSongtexteI was just unawareReality would inevitably reach meBut for that I would have to wait until winterAnd I was impatientI was a childAnd I would only last a whileSo I would make the most of itAnd remain obliviousOblivious to all the signals and flares and smoke and mirrors and gestures And walls I have to climb, climb, climb, higher with every immature moment of refusal we shareI should turn away but I do not I will not Instead I will climb, climb, climb, and overcome for purposes I don't recognise fuelled by feelings I don't recognise Feelings you've sought to avoidFeelings you've learnt to despise Well when I reached you somewhere high above this here wall and ask you to take my hand I implore you to grab holdFor if you do not I will fall Naked on the gravelJust a stones throw from the grave Aus Songtexte Mania