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Piles of dead leavesWarm wind blowing crab apple treesHands to the skyEye at the keyhole on bended bare kneesLying face-downSmall eyes glancing room all aroundDark at the stairsThe warm wind blowing breath through hairWithout a home aloneSuffering and not saying soThat lesser souls will never see meTurning back again and againI went my wayLooking around at scars on the groundYou went your wayNaming the stars, the shells, the treesSusie and meRiding our bikes and swinging from treesMud in our toesRed rocks glowing in the glistening streamAnd catching raindrops fewIridescence in the hazeThe colors twisting in and outThe crunch the creak the crackle the crowAnd you on your way to schoolMe sitting home aloneSongtextePlaying with the dusty thingsWaiting for the hall clock's chime to ringAnd you on your way to schoolMe sitting home alonePlaying with the dusty thingsWaiting for the hall clock's chime and ringWe were twoJust two-you-you-you-youAnd everything we did so farLightning bugs in canning jarsAnd rocks and rings and funny thingsAshes, ashes, we all fall downLate Sunday nightThere on the table, package from youWoolen bright socks,Stripes and knots of burgundy bluesSoles have been wornPlaying around in different timesSometimes when I sleepThe sounds from the window, they bring me on backWhen we went awayDancing in the rainI was splashing you here everywhere, youAnd you on your way to schoolMe sitting home aloneRocks and rings and funny thingsIn our boxes, all awayI collected more than youWhen fishing, this and that with youRocks and rings and funny things all around youAll around youAll around youAll around you. Aus Songtexte Mania