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I'm tired of being reasonableI'm tired of waiting forSome sign of the old landTo wash up on the shoreIn the city's afternoonBehind the buildings a white moonWatched us look for a room that nightBut we could not find a roomThe key to you ever since we metIs you don't lock any doorsI'm climbing up those stony stepsMy shoes on the wet wood floorNow she's in the shower, I hear the pipes creaking,groaning like the traffic outsideShe comes down and sits next to meMy mouth was open wideYour picture is a portraitThe portrait's never doneI don't know how it got hereBut I know where it's from Aus Songtexte Mania