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