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the broken glass that fades
the past is a parade
of contless days
painting patterns in the sand

my motorcycle brain
remains to be explained
its like a summer rain
pictures passing through a field
blowing into the horizon
watching the shadows on the wall
tell me can you see my thoughts
watching the shadows on the wall
have you seen it all before

I need a friendly hand
someone who understand me
by the river bed
when there is nothing
to be said anyway
its all inside your head
you know it
watching the shadows on the wall
tell me can you see my thoughts
watching the shadows on the wall
have you seen it all before
before before before