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My wooden vibrating mouth Sing me your lover's song Come with me we'll head up north Where the rivers run icy and strong The empty theater is lying cold In the shadows of the past A church group enters to touch the molding With a burst of song and a simple repast Guitars can't help but sing Can't help but ring A tiny little flute is whistling in the lips Of a stranger on the corner A tiny little girl ties flowers to her wrists And the bees come round to adorn her All the time spent dreaming is never lost Dreams come back through the bells of trumpeting horns Souls lost into the ether of death Come back wise in the eyes and the arms of newborns Hearts can't help but sing Can't help but ring Aus Songtexte Mania