pathetic ideas ridiculous ways we sit on the rooftop there's no better place for
abandoned illusions decisions we make the war we're declaring divisions we break and
synthetic horizons with beautiful view I feel myself like having a new 'deja vu'
where we sit on a rooftop cause there's no better place for abandoning illusions in ridiculous ways
but it all comes alive in the sketches you draw in the songs that I write in the poems we know but it's time to sleep see you soon under the plastic moon.