Tekst
The night spent kicking cars
Won't you help me find the stars?
The things I dream
Are tearing up the structure's seams
And analyse your ice-cold eyes
Something in me makes me realize
The things I dream
Are tearing up the structure's seams
And why can't we be analogue?
Run around in the consumer fog
And your in love is too for fun
Who did forget the cigarettes
With yours, they're kept in stars
Family day-trips to the moon and Mars
The things I dream
Are tearing up the structure's seams
And analyse with Irish eyes
Something in me makes you wanna die
The things I dream
Are tearing up the structure's seams
And why can't we be analogue?
Run around in the consumer fog
And you're another stupid pet
Who did forget the cigarettes?
And why can't we be analogue?
Run around in the consumer fog
And your in love is too for fun
Who did forget the cigarettes
