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The night was born the moon turned fire red.Said the night I was born the moon turned a fire red.My poor mother cried, the gypsy was right and she fell down, right down deadI float in liquid garden down in arizona red sandI float in liquid gardens down in arizona red sandI taste the honey from a flower named blueand New York drowns while we held handsMy arrows are made of desire as far away as jupitur sulfer mindsMy arrows are made of dessires far away as jupitur sulfer minds, down by the methane seaMy room is made of mirrors, I see you butlord knows I cant see meI make love to you little girl in your sleepand ya felt no painI remember walkin in your dreams late at nightand Ive seen your smile tear stain.And Im a million miles dimensions away from you and Im in your picture frame, picture frameIn your picture frame. Aus Songtexte Mania