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You see, I've this friendWho doesn't existHe takes strides all in time With the watch on his wristAnd I only speak 'cos he compels me toIt's much like the voiceThat lives in my sleepPainting X's on dreamsThat I'd like to keepBut I'd rather not mention that they all feature youLa, da, da ,daLa, da, da, daMaybe I'm not right between my earsBut crazy's just crazy, so it makes me not an ounce less sincereBut I've a notion that you're this way tooSo let's be together in a white padded roomAnd make lovely machines of our twisted up levers and gearsDa, da, da daSometimes I send lettersFrom my fireplaceYeah, I set them aglowSongtexteWatch them burn into spaceAs they all float softly away from meThey're all addressedTo the blackest of skiesAnd I ask them to pour On all but you and ISo we'd huddle dry underneath the same treeDa, da, da ,daDa, da, da, daMaybe I'm not right between my earsBut crazy's just crazy, so it makes me not an ounce less sincereBut I've a notion that you're this way tooSo let's be together in a white padded roomAnd make lovely machines of twisted up levers and gearsDa, da, da,daBut my soul's got a voiceAnd a black telephoneAnd it calls me at night When I am aloneAnd it's ranting and raving in languages I can't speakAnd if everyone thoughtAll their thoughts right aloudWould we all be locked upAnd never let out?I'm convinced it's not only meMaybe I'm not right between my earsBut crazy's just crazy, so it makes me not an ounce less sincereBut I've a notion that you're this way tooSo let's be together in a white padded roomAnd make lovely machines of our twisted up levers and gearsLa, da, da, dada, da, da, dada, da, da, dada, da, da... Aus Songtexte Mania