Текст песни
Don't
come
to
pieces
in
my
hand
White
stars
reflecting
dust
and
sand
That
perfume
makes
me
think
of
grief
Shake
the
faith
shake
the
belief
Who's
there
to
say
that
we're
living
this
moment
Feels
like
I'm
in
a
play
The
sets
and
the
props
of
this,
your
apartment
Seem
to
be
fading
away,
fading
away
So
I
wander
through
these
rooms
I
feel
the
orbit
of
the
moons
And
I
dream
what
I
become
And
all's
forgotten
by
the
sun
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