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I hung out with the old folks, in the hope that I'd get wise. I was trying to bridge the gap, between the great divide. Hung on every recollection, in the theater of their eyes Picking up on this and that, in the few that still survive. Call em up Dust em off Let em shine The ones who hold onto the the ones, they had to leave behind Those that flew, those that fell, The ones that had to stay Beneath a little wooden cross Oceans away They bend like trees in winter, these shuffling old gray lions Though snow white start to gather, like the belt around Orion. Just a touch of faded lightning, of the powerful design, Of the generation gathered, for maybe the last time. Call em up Dust em off Let em shine The ones who hold onto the the ones, they had to leave behind Those that flew, those that fell, The ones that had to stay Beneath a little wooden cross SongtexteOceans away Oceans away where the green grass sways and the cool wind blows across the shadow of their graves. shoulder to shoulder, back in the day, sleeping bones to rest in Earth Oceans away Oceans away Call em up Dust em off Let em shine The ones who hold onto the the ones, they had to leave behind Those that flew, those that fell, The ones that had to stay Beneath a little wooden cross Oceans away (Grazie a Claudia IV per questo testo) Aus Songtexte Mania