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Taken in by the delicate noise 
Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder 
Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice 
Wandering around in silent wonder 

What chance did I have 
With the silver moon 
Hanging in the sky 
Opening old wounds 

Taking hold of the hem of your dress 
Cleanliness only comes in small doses 
Bodily whole but my head's in a mess 
Fuelling obsession that borders psychosis 

It's a sad disease 
Creeping through my mind 
Causing disabilities 
Of the strangest kind 

Getting lost in the folds of your skirt 
There's a price that I pay for my mission 
A body in heaven and a mind full of dirt 
How I suffer the sweetest condition 

Taken in by the delicate noise 
Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder 
Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice 
Wandering around in silent wonder