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