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Ceramic lights, is this television, is this first ideasLaughter hangs from spindled towersPerception makes it realAnd blankets devour, autumn stretches, on a hill up highSay don't you wait for me to give up on my sideHolding the lights, everyone is burning down the pinesThere's nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so highOh good godInsides lit up with constellations, reflect teeming eyesAnd all the sounds for newborn ears, fresh, noisy and aliveNo don't you wait for me, no don't you waitNo don't you wait for meNo you can't burn what is already on fireHolding the lights, everyone is burning down the pinesThere's nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so highOh good godIf there's a softness left then it's down deepSleeping in the minesAnd to get to it would stir the sticking fitsFrom where they now resideThe smallness is the comfort between usBut experience makes us meanAnd I know I know I know I knowThis is where the woods will take youHolding the lights, everyone is burning down the pinesThere's nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so highOh good godHolding the lights, everyone is burning down the pinesThere's nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so highOh good god From Letras Mania