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Late in the nighttime, met in a dreamI was only five in it and youWere probably nineteenYou were playing in the capitolOf Washington D.C.I walked through corridors pale marble greenAnd then there you were playing'The Streets of Baltimore' againThe fringe upon your coat sleevesShook like leaves upon a tree.Maybe it was all because I playedYour records just beforeMaybe it was something in your voiceThat called to me again.Just like a sweater that wraps aroundSo close to meYou stayed with me then.Must have been summer porcelain cleanThe room spread out a dome above meLine of figurinesYou said it was a song for me,Your lamb a wild goose scene.SongtexteMaybe it was all because I playedYour records just beforeMaybe it was something in your voiceThat called to me again.Just like a sweater that wraps aroundSo close to meYou stayed with me then.I dreamed green darkness,Sound filled the roomYou walked away from me strumming a guitarI fell with youMaybe it was all because I playedYour records just beforeMaybe it was something in your voiceThat called to me again.Just like a sweater that wraps aroundSo close to meYou stayed with me then, a nightfall. Aus Songtexte Mania