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For all the words that get lostin the cracks beneath closed doors,entangled in tin-can telephones,drowned out by the sound of the radiator,singing a song, like your sister sings when she is drunk,there is somewhere where what we cannot say resoundslike 20 years of late slips and uncertainty.Somewhere, somebody reaches out,and someone takes their hand,and someone goes to bed alone again.For all the things that get filtered out,like the airplanes that fly above your house,the footsteps of your neighbor when he can't sleep,the pauses between commas and periods that make me thinkSomewhere, what we cannot say resoundslike 20 years of late slips and uncertainty.Somewhere, somebody reaches out,and someone grabs their hand,someone misses their alarm,someone's late for work,and someone goes to bed alone again.When I was younger, I would reach my arms,Songtexteto the heating vent to hear my parents talk.Now that I'm older, I stand on my toes,and ask the sky to tell me something I don't know.For all the things that get lost in the cracks beneath closed doors,maybe, we'll find the words. Aus Songtexte Mania