The Mirror Paroles

caught in a kind of radio-beacon
that's sending out signals
transmitting them backwards
hey, tell me it's true,
is this the other side of u.
worlds gonna change
with a move in your face,
do i still walk on the same structure?
hey, what do we know,
re(a)leasing arrows over cosmic meadows?
nothing is real,
even iron or steel
melting gently in the cold structure
watching your face thru' a peephole
as i lean against the door
can't understand what you asy but i think that you're calling my name
leaving the ones i loved is like leaving the one they want me to be
making decisions
in real-time-precision
as millions of sailors with a move in your face,
do i still walk on the samestructure?
hey, what do we know,
re(a)leasing arrows over cosmic meadows?
nothing is real,
even iron or steel
melting gently in the cold structure
everybody walks this side of the run-way
everybody hopes to get off the trap
all we really like is to groove with emotion
waiting for the airline to lift us up...