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In that old boxcar with the pentagram where the kids all used to hide;I left my best bracelets there for the scavengers to find.But when I come back last May, the boxcar was cut down.But the smooth scarred boy with ravaging eyes was still hanging around.And it was just as I had dreamed it when we walked along those tracks;pulling the sparks from an orphaned rainbow that turned our eyes to blackAnd then we said:"The people we see as skeletons, we all know by name"I'm at the top of a hill, receiving signals that go...I'm going back to that place!(And if one day you draw a microphone that makes the radio sing...)I'll paint a portal through space!(And cut the cherry cloth born from a string, I'll carry everything.)Then I'll track you through the alleys and the hours on the trampoline of time.And then I'll take:The cannons in the park and point them, straight into your heartHeart...heart...heart...heart... Aus Songtexte Mania