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.
Marlango.
Imágenes cedidas por Subterfuge Records.
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