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Floating up to the top of the sea, sunlight and I'm sorry Chocolate and condolences from the boy who hit me Lying in an infirmary bed in the starch and silence Watching birds as they hit the screen, suddenly in slow motion Floating up from being born, my throat all hot and bloody Watching doctors drift through the room, the light is slipping quietly The sheets are on. The bed is gone. The building isn't floating My other birth is hiding behind the plastic curtains Her eyes you'd think you lost something, slipped through your many rooms Cold got in the middle of the night and cracked the bathroom mirror This house is not a home, you say, and I've got fourteen fingers The autumn holds your hand and sits beside you in an armchair Other's face steams in the cold, the doorknob sob's behind you So hold yourself so hold yourself, with practice, in a movie This world is not your own but when you're gone it's going to miss you This world is not your own, and all the women, as they kiss you Are fading fast, and wouldn't last, you exit from this old house The window's cracking casing, the pictures painted clovers They tell you all their secrets, in which they're spreading rumours This world is not your own but when you're gone, it's going to miss you This world is not your own, but when you're gone, it's going to miss you Aus Songtexte Mania