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I've got a loveseat with a front beam cracked and broken I've got some things to say to you that are better left unspoken Maybe we could lean together, try to share some warmth Can't go back to what it was or say that we weren't warned I've got a handful of the Day's hours left to go before I fall dead asleep and Then head off to work once more Maybe we could lie together staring straight ahead Lines of vision parallel, they'll never intersect At the end of the night and the inevitable flight Where we both finally realize we can't get this right Even if it crumbles by the breaking light of day It'll be ok I've got a little bit of time to try to sort it out When it's stolen by a random nothing it only fuels the doubt That we're holding things together By the trite-est of cliches Aus Songtexte Mania