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Beyond the cliffs lurks a time when this all meant something Yeah, we once meant something We are suffering with foolish tendencies to only watch for ourselves Yeah, we only watch for ourselves We are trying to hold onto something made of dust Oh! We are children of the royal and strange Remember? Remember? When apathetic love meets the burning sun, what more can be done? When apathetic love meets the burning sun, nothing can be done We will grow tired of our lives on rerun, We will grow tired, so let's change the channel It's gruesome, If only you could imagine It's gruesome, it's gruesome If only we could imagine Hold on, it's more. It's more... Could you imagine? When apathetic love meets the burning sun, what more can be done? SongtexteWhen apathetic love meets the burning sun, nothing can be done Oh, how cold the air that will free the soul Stories told about our time, all of this means nothing in the end! (We grow tired of our lives on rerun, so let's change the channel...) Aus Songtexte Mania