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Maybe There's Nothing Left
I open the door and see the things
I never thought I’d find one morning in thorns.
I never thought you’d be a fortune teller...
I used to get excited easily,
now the glass is dressed in smoke.
There go the girls all dressed up for a party.
You lived ten years on another planet!
How many things I changed for your name,
how many lights the forgetfulness took away,
how many wars and rotten loves...
And I, as always immune to the spell,
the sky so blue, not even Christ wanted me.
Looking at the sky, the sky so blue...
The birds fly no matter the cost!
Maybe there’s nothing left to do,
what’s dead is dead, can’t you see?
I thought everything was eternal.
I greet you, it’s a different time now.