He’s falling deep down from the sky
He drops the signs of milky river
His guns are charged – the tense of his life
He’s gonna push LOVE upon the triggers.
Machines of love have to be white
He struggles on – the whole world is against him
And doesn’t know his identity.
He’s searching for his identity.
He tries to find out, he tries to find out – who he is.
His bones are soft, wings made of fluff,
The world around – stony and salty.
But he won’t break his legs or his arms,
He found his name – Mr. Amore.
Machines of love have to be white
He struggles on – the whole world is against him
And doesn’t know his identity.
He’s searching for his identity.
He tries to find out, he tries to find out – who he is.