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Drifting dream silent film Words with no sound Half closed eyes A dusk bathed scene Onwards and sunrise bound Ripples in the inkwell And colour sparks a sound With quickening light reflections are Made on the sunrise bound If it was real I wouldn't speak a sound If it was real, if it was real I wouldn't speak a sound 'Cause hushed words are louder somehow Yes hushed words are louder when you're sunrise bound The curlew speaks the end of night The sea she laps the sound The rocks they turn from red and gold Onwards and sunrise bound Fields of early purist green With trees cast on the ground And holly grows in beech wood shade Hidden from sunrise bound Aus Songtexte Mania