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Rushing 'til the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold Running out of time before the madness calls He's got a ball and chain wrapped, and checks the lock three times Stepping over pavement cracks, he thinks the worst of all And his rolling eyes Capture crowded skies And the smell of age bounce off the page and onto canvas come alive How could such a giant troll begin to fly so high? With his tiny fairy wings and hair and long brown cloak He starts to chase me through the hedged maze at 90 miles an hour Hovering above the ground, we're all so very tall And his big, round nose Smells the purple rose And the talking owls spread their wings open and encompass come alive Rushing 'til the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold Running out of time before the madness calls He's got a ball and chain wrapped, and checks the lock three times Stepping over pavement cracks, he thinks the worst of all And his rolling eyes Capture crowded skies And the smell of age bounce off the page and onto canvas come alive SongtexteFlying like a witch to somewhere; think it's Mexico I got a pair of black buckled shoes; they lead me there And there's a man who wants to sell me things; he wears a sombrero Jumping back and forth in time and in and out of home And the dusty roads Fill my artist's nose And the smell of sage evaporate enhancing senses come alive Rushing 'til the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold Running out of time before the madness calls He's got a ball and chain wrapped, and checks the lock three times Rushing 'til the dawn... Aus Songtexte Mania