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Travelers and wanderers on the open range and the open road have been haunted by shapes of white dazzling colour dropping down from a sea of stars Come hear the tale of a cowboy raised up into the sky A sonic revelation decoded by and by What crashed into the windmill? The suits took it all away They buried something up on Boot Hill, it was four foot tall they say So few are ever ready to be chosen Some would rather jump than fear the fall Take a look around the void's closing in On the terrifying nature of it all Is love imagination rendered inside the mind? Or consciousness projected from another place and time? So take away the lesson love loved ones now and here Knowing not the season they all could disappear So few are ever ready to be chosen Some would rather jump than fear the fall Take a look around the void’s closing in On the terrifying nature of it all So few are ever ready to be chosen Some would rather jump than fear the fall Oh Take a look around the void is closing in On the terrifying nature of it all Aus Songtexte Mania