Cracks in people, in masks and faces.
Cracks in wings, just like we are birds.
Cracks in white on black page.
Cracks pierce us just like spokes.
Plastic paradise
Hear called the world
We forgot our adresses
The cracks changed us.
Talk with me in my language
And I will answer you in your.
Love on grass, love barefoot,
In the cracks in morning, night and day.
Talk with me in my language
And I will answer you in your.
Love on grass, love barefoot,
In the cracks in morning, night and day.
Cracks left and right, and at the point,
Rows torned beside the words
Cracks in skies, on body, in you,
In air, in dust, in long, in lenghthy dream.
Plastic paradise
Hear called the world
We forgot our adresses
The cracks changed us.
Talk with me in my language
And I will answer you in your.
Love on grass, love barefoot,
In the cracks in morning, night and day.
Talk with me in my language
And I will answer you in your.
Love on grass, love barefoot,
In the cracks in morning, night and day.