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Campaign down from Atlanta, five-hour drive to the coastBrought whatever we thought we'd need to pierce the skin of a ghostLeft your car at the hotel, rode up seventeen floorsAnd checked ourselves into separate rooms with communicating doorsLay on top of the covers turn the fan up to fullChase a memory around my head; silver, satin, and woolClose the bar at the harbor say goodnight in the hallSmash the lock with a midnight knock and the rest i don't recallStones rise out of the water, water eats at the stonesI know people who dig up graves just to label the bonesAll that poison we swallowed seeping out through the poresAnd floating over the transoms of communicating doors Aus Songtexte Mania