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The broken glass that fades

The past is a parade of countless days

Painting patterns in the sand

My motorcycle brain

Remains to be explained

It's 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'll understand me by the river bed

When there's nothing to be said anyway

It's 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?