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I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes That shaped folded banks inside As he shivered out thoughts They went: "golden and pale wind whispers breathe New Orleans" Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths All these thoughts were rolled onto needles They spilled from heads tumble like apples fell into the sky, That's where they hide, Where rubies turned diamonds Like textures like sunshine Behind hands arms lift into its own As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets Out of their throats pours tongues licking down "What will we become?" Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired Will stay where it's warm, Where it's safe from the down beating drums as habits Pull the sleep out covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine Aus Songtexte Mania