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I am mesmerized by the size of the moon,and how it looks like your eyes when you're scared.Well, I'm scared of the dark and growing oldand how the people I love wont be there,But their thoughts will coast from breath to soul,to alcohol heavy heart,and follow your hope with tv-remoteto the places that things get lost.I will get lost,or am I already gone?You told me somewhere things don't change,when someone leaves, another stays,and love layers like tree bark on all of our brains,and sorrys always cut it,like a ribbon of awkward moments:the silence between speaking,and the in and out radio. Aus Songtexte Mania