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Feeding squirrels and drinking coffee At the Meditation Park No one knows this place, that seems to me. Thousands of three-colored leaves Form a ground just made of trees How long can they look this way for? Now I'm picking references, Without thinking anyway To know the altitude more or less. Well I see the Seymour Mountain On the other side of the creek Just in front of me snowy already. Rotten ships remain anchored There must be 25 or more Where do they come from? What do they bring? Ah, only the air seems real Ah, not even me, and then Ah, some remote voices I hear Ah, only the air Now a sunbeam falls on me Warm enough to feel its heat I guess that now I must go to work Ah, where do these voices come from Ah, what do they say? Ah, only the air Ah, not even me, not me Aus Songtexte Mania