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I'm here watching ceiling fans turn in spoons at Kate'sThere's half a foot of mud outside but that's not why you're lateLast night before we went to bed under a moon of self hateYou sang and wailed your lies, your self-annihilating criesI saw green curtains on your eyes and took your fear of fateBought and bit into your fear like devils in my breadDevils in my love for you, devils in my bedOh, the twisted truth of things how the heart can sink like leadI made a sadder thing of sad and our love just bled and bledTried to be a safer place a tree that you'd climbAn electric blanket, a cup of tea a glint in a dark mineBut as you slipped down that slope I knew that I was just frayed ropeWith my own fears I barely cope, we were at the mercy of timeBut it was just an hour or two of black in the torn open heart of nightWe picked and ripped over the scraps till darkness brought back lightSo if you need to sleep my love as the rain falls gently downI'll just sit and pray as the ceiling fans go round Aus Songtexte Mania