Late gazes, window paines And in the end their not looking No one gets to the wasted of mind So insufficient this time
So we said lets forgive this touch And all the lies we're making Then the bitter of cold then hot With all the sun that is burning
Gaze into passing places late at nght Gaze into welcome faces when you see your right Gaze into your own eyes when is too late
The sun and the tv screen And in the end we're all dreaming Not a face not a final hour And in the end there's no warning
Would'nt it be so much better If we could look at what we're seeing Late gazes wore me down Oh wont you see what your doing
Gaze into passing places late at nght Gaze into welcome faces when you see no right Gaze into your own eyes When its too late
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