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Eyes and streets widen out the stone skims over the ground some old cars crashing head on no flames you found the black old tree and left your deep marks behind the glowing fire and I can wait for a higher tide someone chopped the old black tree down fireworks bursting over the town a knot of people moving slowly Watching the ground and left your deep marks behind (those mountains) Hard luck! The harvest is not what I was waiting for, for so long and keep on following those stars We lose the way and fall apart you left your deep Marks behind (those mountains) and I can wait the tide grows the eleventh hour was the moment when we gathered ending that wild-goose chase the tide is coming over from time to time i miss you against the millstone against the core I am entire helpless you know (Thanks to Gio for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania