To get behind the clouds
To resume shivering in the sun
To be carried away by crowds
Cheering in the dark stadium
Of the heart forgetting how to love
Time to sleep alone
In the highest room
Of a house on a high hill
While the blizzard roars around you
Time to vomit up your heart
And cut it into pieces
You can swallow
If love you would follow
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