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I strayed lost, and was seeing birds full of woundsI suppose it might've been you, what would you think?hollow inside, your eyes are so lonelythe colours were fading... it's as if I'm looking at the endunder the quivering sky, I'm still wanting to talk to the warmth of your hands, until I cease to belook, even the horizon of the burning blue seasplits apart; it's as if I'm heading towards the endnow I cross the sea, the downpour of colours tracing out the earththis undying thought is now... smashed up next to you... let's take part in this songI was dreaming of the end of a bird's journey; how long were your eyes staring at that scene?in the broken sky, I'm still wanting to talk to the warmth of your handsreflected in you, your eyes; so many hundred thousands of colours melt into this scenethis song is like a favourite phrase: words overflowing to only you, tied to thoughts delivered to you... Aus Songtexte Mania