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These melancholy daydreams that possess me when you leaveAre dripping from the ceiling and waking from their sleepI'm just like a child pressing bruises on his kneeWell isn't every bruise a memory?Something you did to meSomething you did to me...I'm sobered by the silence and defeated by the clocksInvesting time in poetry and rejoicing in the darkI'm reveling in bleeding cos' blood's the substance of our heartsYou know by our design we're meant to hurtWe've got to hurtLet's make it worseYou want to aim for happiness but humanity is flawedEvery story has a twist and it's the twist we do applaudYou want to see tranquility but you must first see out the stormAnd all I want to do is keep you warmI'll keep you warmBring on the storm...These melancholy daydreams that possess me when you leaveAre dripping from the ceiling and waking from their sleepI'm just like a child pressing bruises on his kneeWell isn't every bruise a memory?Something you did to meIsn't it a memory?Something you did to meSomething you did to me Aus Songtexte Mania