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If I still wrote songs this one would be about you, called "How I Spent My Days in Mazes Without You" In labyrinths of synths and cold and pulsing patterns When you sing the rings of Saturn spin If I could write books this one would be about you, called "How I Spent My Summer Lost Without You" We spent a month in bed and you know what's strange? We woke up and everything had changed! And now it's time to assess what we're to do with this mess Because when I hear your heart through your chest It sounds like Morse Code signalling S.O.S. It's your life wrapped up on magnetic tape And it's a symphony of sounds you can't escape Each one represents a portion of the past The reels go spinning like sands through the hourglass And you can just admit it; this love is parasitic and This heart clings on like a leech, while you keep yours just outside of reach When I'm remembering you one photograph wouldn't do 'Cause through research here's what I found: Two vibrating hearts produce a sound! It's your life wrapped up on magnetic tape And it's a symphony of sounds you can't escape Each one represents a portion of the past The reels go spinning like sands through the hourglass From Letras Mania