Vera, the Ghost - Smokestack Dreams текст песни

Lost in paintings of Germania.
Moon reflections on Magnolia
Press the button, save the Queen.
and i'm fine...

In medias res and we're on fire.
pour your polymer into the sky.
tell a hoax or tell a dirty lie

rising over our heads.

shut your mouth because you're not making sense
the pleasure of living under irradiance
to not say a word and turn a blind eye
until it's over and we all realise

smokestack dreams
close your eyes (but don't go to sleep)
tomorrow may never come.
tomorrow may never come.