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Four white smoke stacks saw you standing alone on a platform in miserable weather I can here through the cracks in your voice on the phone we're no closer to being together Just the thought of those sighs and your cold hands and skin Makes the muscles around my heart tighten I get dust in my eyes just as soundcheck begins And you're boarding a train bound for Brighton Tired and frozen the path that we've chosen It seems like a circular maze Divided by wedges I'm betting our hedges will keep us both in here for days Pints in small barrooms and leaves on the tracks Not a second of sunlight outdoors Versus thin walls and carfumes and CDs in stacks Sleeping on kind aquaintances' floors Pencil a date and then patiently wait Incubating the plans that we've laid Across oceans and nations airports and bus stations Eventual connections are made Tired and frozen the path that we've chosen SongtexteIt seems like a circular maze Divided by wedges I'm betting our hedges will keep us both in here for days And nights spent alone walking blind towards home Holding fast to the things we believe in Like this dream I can't shake Yt's the one where we wake to the sound of familiar Breathing, breathe in Aus Songtexte Mania