The Machine Starts To Sing (Live at the Centre Pompidou)

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Now everything in monochrome
Cold and grey and made of stone
He sits up on his precious hill
To be alone and take it in
Well lucky girl, you found a place
Where you can breathe and heal that ache
But every night the lights go out
You wake up sticking to a cloud
And when you reach it try to sing
You dream that he comes home again
But he won't come and you won't breathe
There's nothing you can do to keep it in