Mirrors of America

Mirrors of America
Palaces of golden plaster

Leaving the city of straight lines
Breathing the dust of a golden age
Buildings circumvent our movements
Bodies move along lines of shifting shadows
The city, cast in stone and concrete,
Moves in predictable drones

Mirrors of America
Palaces of golden plaster

What can be seen is already past
What is “today” doesn’t match
The speed and feeling of thoughts
how I'm longing for an other life
We look for cities to mirror what we are

Mirrors of America
Palaces of golden plaster

If cities were made from images
Of thoughts that hover
There would be street palaces
Made from golden plaster
Our wet daydreams
of great lasting happiness
that will harden fast then break to pieces

Anna-Anna is one-woman experimental electronic sci-fi pop band based in Rio de Janeiro.

http://anna-anna.bandcamp.com/