I thought things would take off But they cooled down Your voice on the phone I hear traffic behind Violent rain Outside looking out Looking up Fragments of sky Looking to leave Transmit and deceive Kill off the fortune tellers You say that woe is always on your mind You drag me back in for a breath of comfort No longer telling wrong from right The ghostlike horizon of your eye I hear things aren't well Since you sold me out I remember you clear Your rituals of doubt With city lights from 1988 Sprinkled like dust On your window pane You say that woe is always on your mind You drag me back in for a breath of comfort No longer telling wrong from right The ghostlike horizon of your eye Maelstrom I'm drifting away I'm staying under You fall back to aged ideals Controlled by thunder Ruled by dishonour Come feel I am not real Woe is always on your mind You drag me back in for a breath of comfort No longer telling wrong from right The ghostlike horizon of your eye Photography studio style
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