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Be still, blue night sky My heart dies to be on your side of the glass Tonight, I can't help imagining the sound of crashing to the ground FDR at 8am An empty airport My only friend, you always back down, without a doubt So, wipe that smug grin off your face It's not the time, nor the place No matter what you say, you can't convince yourself this is the right thing It's not the right thing One last chance I reject your call The plane banks We begin to fall This is the best dream I've ever had As long as we are choosing sides, I think its only fair I have the right to make the first round pick (You should know that you're still it) Be still, blue night sky My brain tries to believe these lies I was fed tonight I can't help imagining the sound of crashing to the ground. Be still, blue night sky My heart dies to be on your side of the glass tonight I can't help imagining the sound of our love lost and not found Aus Songtexte Mania