Traffic Island from Traffic Island by Susie Asado

TRAFFIC ISLAND

in the street all the faces look funny
big eyes staring nowhere and strange buckled bodies
carrying bags parcels pianos and poodles
I'm going home
to put on my pajamas and dance

I watched the cars today their choreography
everything with a motor buzzing zigzagging by
and I was standing on a traffic island thinking
I'm going home
to put on my pajamas and dance

one day I will move to the ocean
one day I will move to the mountains
one day I will move right next to a lake
I will watch the clouds drink tea and eat cake
I'm going home to put on my pajamas and dance

• Acoustic
• folk
• indie
• pop
• Berlin