Where are our minds?
There is only glass to touch
We're dead, but we're live
Spreading lies around the world
No matter the taste
No matter the smell
We want high-resolution rate
And sad stories to tell
Someone cut the cables
Let the children play again
Someone cut the cables
The signal is in the air
The bits pulse in our blood
We have no love to share
But all the hatred was sold
No matter the taste
No matter the smell
We want high-resolution rate
And sad stories to tell
Someone cut the cables
Let the children play again
Someone cut the cables
We'll just have our hearts to send
Finally hand in hand
No pictures of the end
No pictures of the end
We'll just have our hearts to send
Finally hand in hand
No pictures of the end
No pictures of the end
Deepmoon - Cut the Cables Lyrics
Deepmoon - Cut the Cables Lyrics
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Where are our minds?
There is only glass to touch
We're dead, but we're live
Spreading lies around the world
No matter the taste
No matter the smell
We want high-resolution rate
And sad stories to tell
Someone cut the cables
Let the children play again
Someone cut the cables
The signal is in the air
The bits pulse in our blood
We have no love to share
But all the hatred was sold
No matter the taste
No matter the smell
We want high-resolution rate
And sad stories to tell
Someone cut the cables
Let the children play again
Someone cut the cables
We'll just have our hearts to send
Finally hand in hand
No pictures of the end
No pictures of the end
We'll just have our hearts to send
Finally hand in hand
No pictures of the end
No pictures of the end
There is only glass to touch
We're dead, but we're live
Spreading lies around the world
No matter the taste
No matter the smell
We want high-resolution rate
And sad stories to tell
Someone cut the cables
Let the children play again
Someone cut the cables
The signal is in the air
The bits pulse in our blood
We have no love to share
But all the hatred was sold
No matter the taste
No matter the smell
We want high-resolution rate
And sad stories to tell
Someone cut the cables
Let the children play again
Someone cut the cables
We'll just have our hearts to send
Finally hand in hand
No pictures of the end
No pictures of the end
We'll just have our hearts to send
Finally hand in hand
No pictures of the end
No pictures of the end
Writer: Carlos Machado, José dos Santos
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid