Ping Kong

Lyrics

You still believe the shit From astrologists You don't get it, no You don't get it, no You don't get Half the sense of what I have Is less than half the time I spent arranging you But I could lift you up and never let you down It's what you want, you won't mind, don't you? Whoa You always depended On some little angel's portraits From the next cheap dollar market You don't get it, no You don't get it, no You don't get Half the sense of what I have Is less than half the time I spent arranging you But I could lift you up and never let you down It's what you want, you won't mind, don't you? Whoa Whoa-oh We used to rely on a motionless spark And now you're unconscious awake And it's the voices in your head who tell you how to behave They tell you everything will fade someday They tell you everything will fade someday They tell you everything will fade someday They tell you everything will fade someday They tell you everything will fade someday It's you to be moved That I'm overmolded With loudnesses of a loose sintering