Cargo City Rearview Mirror
the world will stutter:
„I´m out of order now"
stars, birds, legs don´t move,
no song on my radio,
oh my dear,
it´s coming nearer,
oh my dear,
you´re in my rearview mirror,
stars, birds, legs don´t move,
even no song on my stereo,
oh my dear..
please slow down,
our cars will collide without a sound,
and please my dear come on brake now,
your headlights are flickering eyes,
strange places and pale faces.
are in my...and you are in my..
microsleep
