Flipron
Mess it up
oh the moon no longer hold our shadowsin her handsand the stars are all too drunk to get undressedsince the noise of our intentionshas been swallowed by the sandsthe dead no longer have a peace in which to restdid we wander with our shopping listsin palaces of paperwatching butterflies in cases all start flapping their dead wingsand our ancestors our spending our inheritance to kill usas clockwork soldiers all fall downand spill out their springsI must confessyes it was meoh it was meI made that messanniversaries of old libertiesare limping past in linesas the clouds are putting on their darkest suitsand the faraways and impossiblesare showing all the signsof some dirty damned delusionssomeone dumped inside their bootsand you could walk right through thisLetras de cancioneson your footsteps of confettiand hear the lilies whisper through the rainbut my umberella has flown offto leave my head a naked lightbulbas the lilies lose their voiceswith a strainI must confessyes it was meoh it was meI made that messI must confessyes it was meoh it was meI made that mess
From Letras Mania