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Rooftop dreamer by the nights,mechanical dead head by dawn.Retrograding mental state,sleepwalking through this phase.Tangled here in my own web,strangled inside of this mess.Ignorance is my Prozacand silence is my high...high.Where we'll end up, no one knows for sure.We're but tourists lost in this great clockwork,in our search for galaxies unheard of,but I know I've found mineand it's here with you.Flying far too near the sunwith these wings of wax melting.There's no demigods out here,no radiant angels.No giant hand on its dashboardnor its magnifying glass.Wish we could just fall asleepand wake up when we're there...there.SongtexteWhere we'll end up, no one knows for sure.We're but tourists lost in this great clockwork,in our search for galaxies unheard of,but I know I've found mineand it's here with you. Aus Songtexte Mania