When buzzing silence is the only sort
of music my care-weary ear can stand,
and I become a hairy, blood-filled eyes
that shames the muse's lovely powdered hand-
When walls remove me from the pressing crowd,
suppress me with their invisible load,
my hands become too big, my voice too loud,
I sit lost on dusty foreign roads
friendless, devoid of meaning, all drawn in...
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of music my care-weary ear can stand,
and I become a hairy, blood-filled eyes
that shames the muse's lovely powdered hand-
When walls remove me from the pressing crowd,
suppress me with their invisible load,
my hands become too big, my voice too loud,
I sit lost on dusty foreign roads
friendless, devoid of meaning, all drawn in...
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Pond, lonely moonlight reflecting from it,
I look how the wind is altering the surface...
Figures of moonlight shiveringly playing in the pond,
glittering, modifying, multiplying, imitating life...
Group of reflections in the surface,
raging wildly, spinning and swinging...
One lonely spot of light, far away from others,
quivering forgottenly, slowly dying away...
I look how the wind is altering the surface...
Figures of moonlight shiveringly playing in the pond,
glittering, modifying, multiplying, imitating life...
Group of reflections in the surface,
raging wildly, spinning and swinging...
One lonely spot of light, far away from others,
quivering forgottenly, slowly dying away...
To find your light
You need a key
To find your key
You need to look
Look down in your heart
And a key will be there
You will have to walk
Walk to the coldest
Place in the world
You will need to look for a little lit
That looks like a little star
And there you will find me in chains
Chains around...
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You need a key
To find your key
You need to look
Look down in your heart
And a key will be there
You will have to walk
Walk to the coldest
Place in the world
You will need to look for a little lit
That looks like a little star
And there you will find me in chains
Chains around...
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