Lyrics

She's livin' in her own psychedelic world
Mind, perception, chemicals disturbed
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She's filing every truth until bitters end
Suffocating, restless, ambivalent
[Instrumental]
Her prison is a cage of messages
A rhythm in the age of endlessness
[Instrumental]
The fire in her yard has killed our tree
Leaving her old house is killing me
[Instrumental]
She's living in a room full of raw, bleak void
An empty space to fulfill the destroyed
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The fire burned away all the chemistry
A mirror on her wall shows a tired me
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The window tears the blue and cold old smoke
Reminds me of those days and our garden's oak
[Instrumental]
Her fireworks, they ran, so weak, but free
The tired, opaque man cries secretly
Written by: Ben Böhmer-Bärtels, Jan Freter, Karoline Johanna Tietje
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