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My fingertips are tapping on a hefty stack of papers sittingStamped and sorted carefully, all ready to be sentSonnets, prose, and charming odes to ennui-laden scribbles soAffected by the rain or lack thereof that fell todayI'm waiting patiently for JuneI recall the sunlight waltzing in and giving way to halogenMoons about the room, until the candles hit the switchWe were buzzed on martial Riesling and an ever-growing feelingThat we possibly were on to something worth another glassSo we poured it, and drank the bottle dryAnd as the paid programming flickered, so did timeBlank checks made out to certainty, the memos bursting at the seamsWith issues better left unspoken of and never seenAlmanacs with pencil marks on golden bands and travels farTo cities where our melodies can find a place to parkAnd we'll settle down for a dayThen we'll pack our things and be on our wayEven though we'd love to stayWell if dreams are tiny trinkets on the dustiest of shelvesWhere only youthful fingers ever stand a chanceSongtexteI will raise you on my shoulders, lead you under, guide you over'Til you get a hold that's firm enough for me to let you goYou'll struggle, and it might stingBut you know, my dear, what hurt can bringWhile the critics sleep at night, we'll singWell I've got dreams tooBut I'm not gonna share 'em with you Aus Songtexte Mania