Automatic imperfection 가사

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