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White houses prop up blue sky, and they're something that they're trying to sayThrough busted fences, hounds howl on both sides, in a language that we've yet to translateDown at the diner, the children aren't waiting for night timeI grew up in Ypsilanti, writing down every mistake that I madeAnd I found you so many years later, like a cloud hovering over a paradeThat was me there, waving one hand in the airThe other one glued to an old microphoneYeah it was me there, I couldn't be seen thereThe skin that was stretched so tight over your bonesBut it was me there, definatley thereI was your tears in the towaway zoneI was the sugar at the bottom of the coneI was the long distance call on the phoneI was the reason you had to leave homeI had a dream where I met you in a windowless room, filled with wires and clothesAnd I came to you in that dream with a warning, "lest you live your life susceptible to ghosts"That was me there, floating in the air, I was the horseshoe hanging over the doorYeah it was me there, invisibly thereI was the shirt that your grandfather woreOh it was me there, telling you to bewareI was the stuff that you stole from the storeI was the flowers you found on the floorSongtexteI was the whit lines on I-94I was the reason you never felt sureIt was me there, like the atoms in the airLike a bad check that some bad boyfriend wroteAnd it was either two feelings or neitherYou couldn't have one without having them bothYeah it as me there, you wouldn't believe whereI was the pocket of your winter coatI was the ink on the cumpled up noteI was the name that you kept in your throatI was the reason you felt like a ghost Aus Songtexte Mania