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The climate of my living room is drowsyThe remnant of the song I used to singHangs in the air with the afternoon sunlightQuestions like 'where are you now?'And 'do you even care?'And 'how could you still call yourself goodWhen I am here?', they haunt me in my sleepOh, oh, oh, oh-ohBut I will let you speak for yourselfFor no one can answer for youOh, I will put my pointed finger down in silenceFor you are good and I am speechlessThere's a melody around hereAnd I just can't seem to pick it up from the silenceIn the aftermath of tragedy, there's a symphony,There's a symphony, I can hear it,I can hear it...Oh, I will let you speak for yourselfFor no one can answer for youOh, I will put my pointed finger down in silenceFor you are good and I am speechlessSongtexteOh, my soul, oh my soul,Don't forget the goodness of God goes onOh, my soul, oh my soul,Don't forget the goodness of God goes onOh, my soul, oh my soul,Don't forget the goodness of God goes onOh, I will let you speak for yourselfFor no one can answer for youOh, I will put my pointed finger down in silenceFor you are good and I am speechlessAnd I will let you speak for yourselfFor no one can answer for youOh, I will put my pointed finger down in silenceFor you are good and I am speechless Aus Songtexte Mania