The moon is high, the moon is high above our heads
Waiting for the sun to rise and take its place again
And the end is but a ghost we see in our dreams
As the headlights fall upon the street
And death will come, and death will come and claim us both
Leave the pages of our minds into our souls
With the crumbling of the towers and all time
All I know is that I want to talk to you
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All I know is that I want to talk to you (All I know is that I want to talk to you)
All I know is that I want to talk to you (All I know is that I want to talk to you)