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 Im 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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