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Leaving came to us just like a song,a dull geometry of lawns,the sense that you are still a stranger.But we were born to fade away,like light looking sideways into life. There is no reason we should stay here.And I know you are listening to this song,late in a still room with your lover.Now see that moon above the edge of speech,as we flicker like a screenand we are gone.Once a spell of grace came over meand I walked on through empty streets, redbrick sweatshops, and madrassas.Inside everything I heard a voice,mechanical, beyond itself,like the sentence of a dreamer.And I know you are listening to this song,late in a still room with your lover.Now see that moon, above the edge of speech,out here beyond your reachI'm singing on Aus Songtexte Mania