Fake boys - The Robocop Kraus

We might be leaving, for good not for a change

The sheltering ports of irony

The glamorous emptiness of the promenades

The vagueness and obscurity

I see the lights of this town faintly glittering above the waves

There’s a radio signal coming in Are we in this together?

Do we have all the replacement parts for the things that were lost unnoticed

For the things we accidentaly broke

Fake boys and fake girls clenching fists

There is more to be healed than was first assumed

When the tragedies occur in such an inartistic manner

An amateurish timing and we kiss like comedians

There is more to be revealed, more oceans to be sounded

There’s no bottom to what we don’t know

Fake boys and fake girls clenching fists

We might be right, we might be wrong

Do we have all the replacement parts for the things that were lost unnoticed

For the things we accidentaly broke

The truth about us is endless as are the lies

We might be right, we might be wrong