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Send us a signal, give us a signThe needle's on empty, but she swore everything would be fineBut it's on fire, and there's bees in the wallsThey're buzzing so loud that I swear I miss every one of my callsSo do it with smoke, do it with lightBut whatever you do, just make sure that it's strong and it's brightCause it feels like the endBut I now and then overreactThey've been saying that since way back when the moon turned to blood and made rivers all over your back nowThis whole world conviction and a lifetime of wonderThe creeping suspicion that it's all soon going underBought all my sandals from that landslide in the small townThe wax from the candle's on the strap of her costume ballgownIt comes through the windows just like radiation, it penetrates like a saberAnd according to all my calculations, the sickness will descend in even gradations, defying the preacher's evaluationsNow is always better than laterGo get the door, send them awayThis is not a good time and it doesn't look like a good dayCause the house has the odds, they're a hundred to oneThat you will decay in your tracks and you'll blind as you stare at the sunJust making it's rounds and increasing the dreadThat each morning you leave slightly more of yourself in the bedSongtexteBut the radio's on and it's turning my heart into goldAnd the guilt I once had is gone, it's replaced by a fear dying before I get old nowThe scent of the decay will stay with you all of your lifeThe way that the blood still, decades later, stains your pen knifeIt's 10:59 according to the clock at the stationOh, what a perfect time to begin making accusationsIt's easy to forget, but it's tough to lose, like the color of your complexionBlends in so nicely with purples and blues and most of the time it's disguised as a bruiseIt sleeps under the skin as the good life accruesIf breathing's the error, it's the simplest correctionOh, cause of breathing's the error, it's the simplest correction Aus Songtexte Mania