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 [bad word] 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.