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Your mind is rough Just like the train tracks Near the streets that we called home And everytime I cross your mind It rattles both of our bodies bones You can tell that we lived under the power lines When we were growing up Both a little crazy and baby call me leftovers but you're old news I've got my bags packed I'm ready to go I'm getting lonely Dark and cold in the back of your mind I have to know what the warmth of the light feels like That pours in from your hazel, stain-glass eyes I'm gonna stowaway on your train of thought And keep you awake in bed at night That ringing in your ear is just me, my dear I'll try and be there by the morning light I am the answer to questions you haven't asked yet And as soon as they roll off your tongue The cold bulb over your head will explode Songtexteand illuminate my name in a sparkling gold. You can tell that we lived under the power lines When we were growing up We're both a little crazy Can you blame me for thinkin' maybe you could be my lady I pack my bags and a map of your head It says I'm only six inches from the front of your mind I have to know what the warmth of the light feels like That pours in from your hazel, stain-glass eyes I'm gonna stowaway on your train of thought And keep you awake in bed at night That ringing in your ear is just me, my dear I'll try and be there by the morning light We grew up together Why don't we grow old together We grew up together We belong together We're both fucked Life handed out all of our luck To all the kids who were to busy making out And just trying to grow up We grew up together Why don't we grow old together We grew up together We belong together Is that so crazy? I'm gonna stowaway on your train of thought And keep you awake in bed at night That ringing in your ear is just me, my dear I'll try and be there by the morning light (x2) (Thanks to Clara for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania