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I slept on the futon and listened to sounds in the silenceI left when the day broke and walked through the city aloneI looked for a towel, forgot mine when I left VirginiaThe snow in my boots was much warmer than youAnd I just wanted to go homeGo homeHomeThrough layers and layers of blankets, I felt my heart beatingWe left in the afternoon, headed down I-95Directions in notebooks and ice on the roads slowed our progressGot lost in New York, but the view from the bridge,It was beautiful that nightAll those lightsThose lightsA couple hotel rooms and coffee shops later, I found youTelling your secrets and ghost stories soft in the darkWhen you fell asleep, quiet in the backseat, I remembered why I loved youAnd my brother drove on while I wrote you a song in my mindIt wasn't the first timeIt wasn't the first time Aus Songtexte Mania