Mom, forgive me
If life turned into a buttoned world
If the screen spies on our loneliness
If I wrote a typo in a message for you
Mom, give me
Your handwriting
A whole page with lines for me to know later
In case I don't share your Sun in a papyrus
You're analogical
You write your letters in a paper bag
Your vinyl scent
Makes me inspired
You're analogical
You write your letters in a paper bag
Your vinyl scent
Makes me inspired
Mom, where is that Barsa encyclopedia
That you threw at me
It showed me a side of an endless story
A telegram sent to the wrong email address
It fucked up, didn't it?
I'm calling you from inside the airplane
To tell you that my old spinning top1
Techno spins in my old dreams
You're analogical
You write your letters in a paper bag
Your vinyl scent
Makes me inspired
You're analogical
You write your letters in a paper bag
Your vinyl scent
Makes me inspired
I'm in silence, mom
I've already downloaded your heart
I printed your astral map over mine
1. Type of toy that spins on its axis