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von Solids

We have been half alive, is this the clue?
Let′s take our heads to places we never dared to choose
Forget timing, forget common sense too
City noise is scared as they fight as we do
Details getting crisp from the surface of the moon

See it all lighting up, feel it all sinking down

Sure takes time to send all chorus signals to every place
Sure takes a while to handle the overwhelming flow of fear


See it all lighting up, feel it all sinking down

Wake me up on Monday morning
We'll clean the footprints off the ceiling
You care too much, you just won′t feel it
There's something in the way you're breathing
Wake me up on Monday morning
We′ll clean the footprints off the ceiling
You care too much, you just won′t feel it
There's something in the way you′re breathing