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You stood above our ruined mass an tally every wound in word hindsight the wreckage wasn't badCollecting all the pieces I should of thought to grab a few before I took my leave and disappearedOh no, I'm not a doctor and I can't mend your broken heart but I can tell you all the tings you left behindOh no I think you lost the point I didn't say to throw the fight just wait until your days get dark at nightThe space between the hills and highways stretches farther every dayCause time will take its time Its god damn timeStates geography will mirror my complacency alive and I remember every wordNo I can't fall asleep I'm being bitten by the bugs that line my bed who whisper jealous thoughts inside my jealous headSixteen cigarettesIn sixteen minutesMy breathing can't hold onWe lost sixteen weeks at seaIn one false moveIt's time we better learn thatSixteen cigarettes (I can't breathe)Sixteen minutesI lived inside our mind and (I can't steer the ship back home)Sixteen weeks at sea (I can't breathe)Lost in one false moveWe finally reach the heart tonight (I can't steer the ship back home) Aus Songtexte Mania