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• Artiste: Ghost (The)
• Titre: ...And Now For My Disappearing Act
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Who's got that sinking feeling again? Whose has been out treading water or shadow stepping? Who's almost invisible? Raise your hands if you're stuck in stasis Hold them high for holding patterns Somebody scream for stabilization Three cheers for desperate times The sound of skateboard wheels is haunting Arlington Ave. With the fog that fell in love with the East Bay Hills There is an old branch scraping on my old window pane It is a distant lullaby, it is a whisper in the wind We are all caged birds With burnt nests how can we survive? It is a matter of giving in or giving up They don't want you to fuck with gravity Your beauty may go unnoticed Your good deeds may be unseen But there is a flight well worth the flight So come on and flap your wings On a slow walk down Logan Boulevard I find miracles in the details of leaves and lit windows The city is singing, the highway sounds like an ocean It is a distant lullaby, it is a whisper in the wind Emergency exits... isolate the isolated Do the mood swing, do the on and off Dear friends, who will answer our pleas? Sleeping beauty, who will hear our prayers?