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(words and music © Howie Lucero, bmi) In all the distraction, you slipped away. A trained eye would have caught it for sure, but I'm just not there anymore . . . just not there. To live between daydreams and consciousness is no pretty gift; one day the walls will crash or drift as all of the world looks on until it's over. For all I could see . . . for all I thought was . . . it's barely visible now. So like astral projection, the sheild was thin. Now my heart's like the fingers and rings . . . I reach, yet not feel anything . . . a dead space. To drive to the center of what it means is such a long ride . . . I've not the will or want to try . . . so, all of the world, it's on . . . it's on my shoulders. And all I could see . . . and all I thought was . . . it's barely visible now. (inst.) In all the distraction . . . just slipped away. And the words wrote . . . stet: "I was so wrong." Just leave them there where they belong. To live between daydreams and consciousness is no pretty gift; one day the walls will crash or drift as all of the world looks on until it's over. For all I could see . . . for all I thought was . . . it's barely visible now Aus Songtexte Mania