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The first whiteness unfolds.One look out the window and your sold.A muffled sound as we rolled aroundand a nearby refuge from the cold.Where your brother had transformed the bedinto a ship that could keep you safe.But the boy beneath the sheets tonightis hard to recognize,with a head the fillswith words that killwhen you run out of things to talk about.Leaning back on the curb,outside her parents house in the suburbs.Her first love was a hopeful oneand you were starry-eyed till the Earth had turned.But you were the first born sonof a marriage of hit and run.So ever since you've searched for thingsyou could easily derail.And they did, of course,when you shut those doors.Is it strange they never understood at all?SongtexteNo, you were so hard to get.And all you see now are their silhouettes. As you keep your pace through the cityscape and its' picture perfect snow.While the starlit night and city lightsare fighting to let you know that the innocence, yeah it was well spent,but it's time to let is go.'Cause you've got a sharper pen and the best of friends.So what is there to cry about? Aus Songtexte Mania