The majors
My father
Medias
Producers
Radios
Indie labels
Job centers
Help line
The plumber
Managers
My mother…
They said “we´ll call you back”
We´re still waiting
By force of dreaming, we found a way to fly away from earth
Basically we found a spoon, a big spoon and we´ve been projected to the moon
By force of waiting, now the year is thirty fifty-four!
We are in thirty fifty-four!
And now my kids must be dead
What did my lover think when she died and flew straight to me?
Facing fire, facing dust, the sound of my steps crushing dead flies…
I found a swimming pool with papers floating on the surface
With phones drawn on…
Drawings of phones…
And now my kids must be dead
What did my lover think when she died and flew straight to me?
Majors said they´ll call me back
Father said he´ll call me back
Radios said they´ll call me back
Job centers said they´ll call me back
Help line said they´ll call me back
Plumber said he´ll call me back
Manager said he´ll call me back
Mother said that she´ll call back