Automatic Imperfection

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