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Amidst the rusted rails and worn out innsOut through the wild grass; a dressThere's gold reflecting lives playing for your eyesYou'd be damned if you were foundBefore the sun, the groundFrom the journey grows the need to seeUnwavering proof and seditious needsIt's embroidered in our timesAnd glows in idle wineThe burning need to runToward the East, the West, the oneWithin the pulsing cells of marigoldsAs they relate themselves to the hillsThey amplify the light and rest on through the nightSo turn the pages, dearAnd stare excelsiorSwirling vultures, how they radiateCast a darkness on the wavesLet's pray that they surviveTie strings and make them kitesAs the train moves on through hereTo the end and steering clearJust hide your thoughts in the shadow of the moonAs it breaks upon the aging treesThe yearn for more dances through the leavesLike a dead-beat Faustian dreamSo we tie our rope to a branch and with a snap!There's only one thing left to see Aus Songtexte Mania