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the ghost of my own song have named themselves no one strings of their shadows have led through the world the hands of the dream wind that blows from beneath them bring thin sheets of paper, they ask me for more they offer a ride in their submarine dragonfly brought me inside to a chair in her head the blind jester pilot he smiles and he says that she knows where to go as he lies down instead I couldn't help noticing the pilot began to dream started me wondering time of the day the carousel seahorses picuresque circus dress flowing behind them began their display the pantomime syphony slowly pretends to me I stopped for directions back to my dream the one broke his silence and pointed to me and said just like a timepiece keep circling, circling blue for the sky the world only turns from far away only blue from this high it feels like flying it feels like dying sun is sinking planet shrinking Songtextelooking through the windows thinking floating high aove the weather life and daydream come together fly, fly the harlequin juggler in porcelain masquerade bicycle playing card joker in green the jack-rabbit rocking-horse penduate back and forth tick-tocking aprature carnival stream the came a time in which I began wondering the distance behind us inside of this dream the blind jester pilot, he woke and he said to me just like the world we keep circling, circling the ghost of my own song have named themselves no one strings of their shadows have led through the world the hands of the dream wind that blows from beneath them bring thin sheets of paper, they ask me for more the pantomime syphony slowly pretends to me I stopped for directions out of my dream the one broke his silence and pointed to me and said just like a timepiece keep circling, circling Aus Songtexte Mania