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Voices from a photographLaughed from your wallScreamed through your dreamsWake up Rosemary and wipe your teary eyesRise and cross the cold bare floorAnd watch the moon through frosted glassDamn that photographI'll have to take it downShe hears the boats as they move down the riverShe sees a dog straining hard on his leash to get awayShe hears the clock and it strikes like a hammerPounding the nails one day further in the coffin of herYouthEvenings with your mother's friendsPregnant eyes, sagging chinsSwollen fingertipsPour antique cups of teaWho are you and where you been?Suspended in a weightless windWatching trains go byFrom platforms in the rainSongtexteLook at the photographDream back last summerDream back the lipsOf that traveling salesman, mr. jimHe smelled of miraclesWith stained glass whispersYou loved his laughterYou tremble beneath him once againThat's what i wantA new shot at lifeBut my coat's too thinMy feet won't flyAnd i watch the wind and i see another dream blowin' by Aus Songtexte Mania