Present Days Songtext
von M.E.N.

When I was a child
I loved watching the clouds
And give them shapes
Sleeping elephants
Peckered faces of witches

I walk slowly
Inside my tower′s mooring
And smile like cut flowers
Dug in surreal reminiscence

A southern girl's admission
Too long to write letters
No time to wrench through words


Monitors replace the windows
We have crime proposals
Haunting me
Electrical symbols that touch me

A civilization that takes pride in itself
Uncorking a last jar of caviar
When fame will be a shadow
And pretense will be dignity

While a man beats his girlfriend on live streaming
You will see lights turn into flames
Americans will shoot in the sky
Hoping for bullets that destroy the bacteria
Or just for the gross domestic product

Too long to write letters
No time to wrench through words

The news will be painful catapults
Maybe the time for clouds has returned