Automatic imperfection
(Indisponível)
There are children playing on the manpost
'tending they are kids
They can climb up and fall down hard on their knees
Into this grass built for them
This puzzle made of dreams and nightmares
Full of shops and signs,
All the lies behind the curtains
Every rule in conversation
Sometimes, somehow
Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
And it works out
It works out
There are lovers kissing on their arms
Pretending they are stars
Well sometimes when I’m tired
I waste my wishes in city lights
Sometimes, somehow
Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
And it works out
It works out
All the lies behind the curtains
Every rule in conversation
Every lie and every law
Don't convince me as much as when
Somehow sometimes when you miss this city
Smell real life
Sometimes, somehow
Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
And it works out
It works out
Sometimes, somehow
Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
And it works out
It works out
Sometimes
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