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Walking through the pastWhat can you doWhen another old maskRecognize itself in you?Twenty odd summersGo flattering back With a whisper through your handAnd a glamour in your eyes In a Tiffany boxWhere I catch your face There's an old snapshot Of a burnt out place She's moving like a figure on the iceCold powder on a glass vase, boy Her lips are speakingTake her advice Don't try shadowing her Locked inside yourselfWhere can you goWhen it's somebody else With the keys to free your soul? SongtexteThere is no my house When you were on town Just a dozen bright roomsAnd a poetry and no one By an old man's bedWhere we pressed our loveWith the condom dryingIn a cracked tea cupShe's moving like a figure on the ice Cold powder on a glass vase, boyHer lips are speakingTake her advice Don't turn aroundDon't try shadowing her In a Tiffany box Where I catch your face There's an old snapshot Of a burnt out place She's moving like a figure on the ice Cold powder on a glass vase, boy Her lips are speakingTake her advice Don't turn around Don't try shadowing her Keep moving like a figure on the ice Soft powder on a glass vase, boy Her lips are speakingTake her advice Don't turn around Don't try shadowing her Don't turn around Don't try shadowing herDon't turn around Don't try shadowing herDon't turn aroundDon't try shadowing herDon't turn around Don't try shadowing herDon't turn around Don't try shadowing herDon't turn around Don't try shadowing her Aus Songtexte Mania