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I am making you a desert,You are blinded by rehearsals.We drink draft beer under bankrupt chandeliers.We can't drown out the extras,The stagehands will leave usStains in the mirror.Mansioned, but still near.These are improved Halloweens With cameos of scenes Where we lost our hometown And dried up all the rebounds.And the curtains they will hurtWhen they block out all the earth.If no one can see then there's no one left to be. If there are trees left in the desertThen we can't be looking backwardsAs we climb to the clear And rob all that's near.Places we thought we knew And forests we thought grewCircadian rhythms that we were never meant to live in.I am making you a desert,You are blinded by rehearsals. SongtexteWe drink draft beer under bankrupt chandeliers.We can't drown out the extras,The stagehands will leave usStains in the mirror. Mansioned, but still near.We have a hitch,But nothing to tow us through,And I'm living for youUnder jets that are slower than us.We walk through hills,We make houses,Replicas of porches without views to remind usOf styrofoam eyes and screen door lies,But it will be all right,But it will be all right. Aus Songtexte Mania