Song | Automatic Imperfection |
Artist | Marlango |
Album | Automatic Imperfection |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Alejandro Pelayo & Leonor Watling | |
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 |
zuo qu : Alejandro Pelayo Leonor Watling | |
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 |
zuò qǔ : Alejandro Pelayo Leonor Watling | |
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 |