Pinballs Songtext
von Robocobra Quartet

Days can feel like labyrinths.
I know it′s hard. It's tough.
I know it can taste like you′ve had enough.

Punctuate my name with a catastrophe.

I'm approximately three times the person I was then,
But I'm twice as unsure.


I caught a glimpse of that person in the mirror,
He seems unready for the world.
He seems unsteady in his words.
He seems hurt.
His seams are teeming with dirt.

There was a point when I had the world figured out.
Now, I do not.
You guys are pinballs & I am a clock.
I don′t stop.

Tell me: at what point did we generate this history?
Because ever since our car got hit from the rear,
I′ve been looking back on impact.
Checking sixes for images.


He says, "Just leave me alone, pick me up where you left off."
"Pick me up where you stopped."
I can't stop.