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Klimt 1918 - Ghost Of A Tape Listener lyrics



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01. Ghost Of A Tape Listener

I know, end is near. I haven't had a dream; who and what to blame?
Now, how can I see? I take a Polaroid from there; at the close of the day
It's an endless time. Yes, I swear
This is creepy fun in our ghost town
We take a walk on an empty street
we scream for ice cream. Despite my daydreams
I got wicked fashion sense, I don't miss their summer trance
I could stroll for miles and miles
Moonbathing under trees

In the mood to leave my town, I take a ride
I don't need no nicotine when I long for you, tonight
And please don't care if they say I'm off the rail
I could loose my way if you want my love
Lights are turning blue and smile
Is blooming like there is no more time
We'll be strong. No break before the dawn
Wishing well of ghosts
It's all about to be

I don't sympathize, I won't realize
I will be here, outside
In the mood to leave my town, I take a ride
I don't need no nicotine when I long for you, tonight
And please don't care if they say I'm off the rail
I could loose my way if you want my love

I'm quite scared of the German pope
But I don't miss my summer love
I could stroll for your eyes
When I long for you tonight
I got wicked common sense
I don't miss your lonely dance
I'll be strong wishing well of ghosts

02. Skygazer

'Til the colours dissolve a slight difference in the air I feel
Whatever wind says I am that's what I'm not
I don't cry over you
My hands are so cold, my face is so pale
With more sky than words I live

Season has changed, each loss of my breath I gaze the blue
I never see stars again, I have them on my knees
Heaven trickles down the drain
Still showing my teeth to the great vast vault
I want to sweat out fears

I'll cover my shame with salt sky waves
Bathing all my limbs away.
I want the (whole) world to know how I cried
How my spirit flew

'Til the blue sky involves a slight difference
In this life I make.
Notwithstanding the untold,
The universe is mine, in this basement I hold (out)
My hands are so cold
My face is so pale. With more sky than words I live

Season has changed, each loss of my breath
I gaze the blue
I never see stars again, I have them on my knees
Heaven trickles down the drain
Still showing my teeth to the great vast vault

I want sweat out fears
I'll cover my shame with salt sky waves
Bathing all my limbs away. I want the (whole) world
To know how my spirit flew, how my eyes and skies unite