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.