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into dust
die kürzeren tage.
ich besuche alte plätze, kleine seen, spüre das laub unter meinen schuhen.
versinke in meiner melancholie,
liebe die klare herbstluft,
und höre immer wieder dieses eine lied.
summe vor mich hin.
under...your fate.
like two strangers turning into dust.
die taschen voller herbstmelodien
voller sehnsüchte
voll mazzy star.
still falling
breathless and on again
inside today
beside me today
around broken in two
till your eyes shed
into dust
like two strangers turning into dust
till my hand shook with the way
I fear
I could possibly be fading
or have something more to gain
I could feel myself
growing colder
I could feel myself
under your fate
under...your fate
it was you
breathless and tall
I could feel my eyes turning into dust
and two strangers turning into dust
turning into dust..
ich besuche alte plätze, kleine seen, spüre das laub unter meinen schuhen.
versinke in meiner melancholie,
liebe die klare herbstluft,
und höre immer wieder dieses eine lied.
summe vor mich hin.
under...your fate.
like two strangers turning into dust.
die taschen voller herbstmelodien
voller sehnsüchte
voll mazzy star.
still falling
breathless and on again
inside today
beside me today
around broken in two
till your eyes shed
into dust
like two strangers turning into dust
till my hand shook with the way
I fear
I could possibly be fading
or have something more to gain
I could feel myself
growing colder
I could feel myself
under your fate
under...your fate
it was you
breathless and tall
I could feel my eyes turning into dust
and two strangers turning into dust
turning into dust..