That's a Good Looking Machine Songtext
von Nora

You look up, you look down
You look through and make out
You look up, split and broken
You look up, you look like fire

Isn′t it hard to look outside?
Isn't it hard with these eyes that won′t stay closed?
Isn't it hard to look outside with these eyes
That won't stay closed?


Ever wonder why they gave us eyes?
Ever wonder what keeps us alive?
Why can′t this be good enough?
Maybe we can stop the blood, heal the wounds, make the best of it
Can we make the best of it?
Maybe we can make the best of it
Maybe we can make this work
Can we make the best of it?

Can′t find the instructions
I never learned how to fly
Woke up with a hole in my soul
Can't find the instructions
Never learned how to die
Woke up with a hole in my soul

Manufactured on a postcard
Pretty pictures of a better place
Manufactured on a postcard
Pretty pictures of a better place
Manufactured on a postcard
Pretty pictures of a better place
Manufactured on a postcard
Pretty pictures of a better place

Can we make the best of it?