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After the red ants, the black-out Come peace and quiet. Those little foot-prints Fleshed out calm in my mind. I lay like a compass, Digits accusing the sunrise Rain-drops abseil the window And flinch through the hurt cries. I feel this great pressure coming down on me. And the ticle of my bliss, Pulling at your sympathy I feel this great pressure coming down on me, When my nerve is on the high wire. My bliss, pulling at your sympathy After the hunt and the sweat now Come peace and quiet. Your head on my heart Anchored the storm in my eyes. I lay like a carcass Your lips never letting the blood dry And so I pray for tomorrow And wait listening out for a reply. SongtexteI feel this great pressure coming down on me. And the ticle of my bliss, Pulling at your sympathy I feel this great pressure coming down on me, When my nerve is on the high wire. My bliss, pulling at your sympathy I feel this great pressure coming down on me. And the ticle of my bliss, Pulling at your sympathy I feel this great pressure coming down on me, When my nerve is on the high wire. My bliss, pulling at your sympathy Aus Songtexte Mania