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I see his eyes moving away from meOh no, is this another albatross?He knows he holds dominion over meBut what I gain is worth the costWe share the cold embrace of cousinsI wonder if I've seen him somewhere else beforeAnd as I wonder at his ancestryI'm ? by the doorAnd in the telling of the storyI lose my way inside a prepositional phraseI read his lips and I see gloryBut what I hear is "be afraid"So from the fog of every morningUntil the heat of day is stillI watch the clock as it turns backwardsI watch the water run uphillAnd in the telling of the storyI lose my way inside a prepositional phraseI read his lips and I see gloryBut what I hear is "be afraid"And in the telling of the storyI lose my way inside a prepositional phraseI read his lips and I see gloryBut what I hear is "be afraid" Aus Songtexte Mania