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I want a windless city in juneI want a walk down to the harbourI want to play guitar like youI want a saint to be my cellmateI want the last dream to come trueA train in everyone's back gardenA tunnel to the heart of youA summer Sunday chiming of bodies brownAnd the sleepy way you said my nameAs you turn and read my fortuneAnd you pick up verses of ancient textThat were dripping with your legendAnd you turned to me and saidYou know you're blowing all your chancesAnd I asked if there was timeYou said that nothing was decidedYou played me music I hadn't heardFrom a long lost eighties box setAnd you cooked me dinner I never ateAnd we washed up all our dishesThe sun was blinding the sky was darkSongtexteAnd the bells they kept on ringingThe rats were happy the mice were fullAnd there was something wrong with the plumbingYou showed me yesterday's dressThe one you nicked from Mary's MarketYou tried to look like herCause you thought that I would like itI like you better I like you loadsI like you unaffectedTake your eighties' records your books by JoyceAnd you can pack 'em up for the summerThe wind was fooling againAnd the sun thought about settingYou made the shadow shapes on the wallYou thought I wasn't watchingThe wind was messing againAnd the sun thought about leavingYou made the dirty shapes on the wallYou thought I wasn't watchingIt was liberating, your puppet danceIt was our one true moment lastingYou took the slipper you took the pearYou made a still life out of nothingIt was liberating, your puppet danceIt was our one true moment lastingYou took the slipper you took the pearYou made a still life out of nothing, nothingI want a windless city in juneI want a walk down to the shorelineI want infinity in a girlI want a song that kills me Aus Songtexte Mania