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There’s a place where the weather’s ever changing The city’s steeple is a beacon to its home The iron gates of heaven open up the doorway to the harbour And in the paper today there is no ink on the page Because the writing is on the wall Up the hill backwards Speaking in tongues You are a runaway With nowhere to run I don’t ever want to wake up And realise I’m still dreaming of you Can you feel the changes? Changes in the weather Stuck somewhere in-between the past and the future And in the paper today there is no ink on the page Because the writing’s written on the wall Up the hill backwards Speaking in tongues You are a runaway With nowhere to run I don’t ever want to wake up And realise I’m still dreaming of you Aus Songtexte Mania