Plans increase with a distant tomorrow's needs
He doesnt understand how he resembles his father and after everything he's lost
The eye yearns but the hand doesnt comply
All the machines sing through pipes
And the rich will get richer
tomorrow you wont be staying with us
The eye yearns the happiness it claims
The future was not about memories of defeat and wrinkles
The years have passed till his teeth fell of
He took the train and the train is after him and the melody still follows him
He dances at night alone
He aks the melody on the radio
[if he still loves himself
and still accepts himself]
He had plans but life happens
The past was an aroma passing and it threw him without discipline
And whats written on the forehead will inevitably be seen by the eye
His wings will melt for every heartbeat on the conffins
Teach me to sing to the radio
Tell me to sing it on his soil