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In a painting by Van Gogh Saw a street covered with black snow The people move in a nervous stripe Of blues, red and yellow Read your letter for the seventh time The ink is getting close to fade away But it still brings the ocean back to mind In this here desert without oases Shouting at the man in the moon I'll make it up to you, make it all up to you The rhythm and the dance of the loon I'll make it all up to you, make it all up to you And the night is a horoscopic sight While the sun sets fire to the dune I'll make it all up to you I remember your face and your Picasso Pale as sugar, sweet and low Your hair in a ponytail and dyed Eyes looking up from down below Looking for an excuse to make it real Cause I can't see the help the way that I feel Looking for an excuse to make it real Cause I cannot help the way that I feel SongtexteI've been shouting at the man in the moon I'll make it all up to you, I'll make it up to you The rhythm and the dance of the loon I'll make it up to you, I'll make it up to you And the night is a horoscopy sight While the sun sets fire to the dune I'll make it all up to you I've made it all up to you Aus Songtexte Mania