Automatic Imperfection

There are children playing on the manpost
 'tending they are kids
 They can climb up and fall down hard on their knees
 Into this grass built for them
 This puzzle made of dreams and nightmares
 Full of shops and signs,
 All the lies behind the curtains
 Every rule in conversation
 Sometimes, somehow
 Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
 And it works out
 It works out
 There are lovers kissing on their arms
 Pretending they are stars
 Well sometimes when I'm tired
 I waste my wishes in city lights
 Sometimes, somehow
 Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
 And it works out
 It works out
 All the lies behind the curtains
 Every rule in conversation
 Every lie and every law
 Don't convince me as much as when
 Somehow sometimes when you miss this city
 Smell real life
 Sometimes, somehow
 Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
 And it works out
 It works out
 Sometimes, somehow
 Moon finds a cradle in traffic lights
 And it works out
 It works out
 Sometimes