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I lay my head upon your chest Bones of iron bones of lead And death is rattling the cage Like a bird that would escape But there's no room for thoughts like these In the garden where we sleep And I am on a burning ship Clothes all flying in the wind But I am beautiful like this When you hold me in your hands But there's no room for thoughts like these In the garden where we sleep Always searching for those breasts Pumping morphine Always searching for-- Don't you fly to them Don't you fly to them You can fly to me I'll take the moment in my hands Pull it open 'til it sings Before the motion of this place Where nothing stops to have a name Will leave us hanging like a tear... From Letras Mania