Fanfarlo Deconstruction
Deconstruction / Reconstruction
Thoughts are mounted like specimens;
we have to explain what we find
But the wasteland of possibilities
is playing tricks on my mind
So I look away...
I look away sometimes
Where's the focus and direction
These currents are dragging us away
Aimless and numb,
Just drift along a little while
Just look away...
Just look away sometimes
It goes away…
It goes away sometimes
So come on let's dissect it
Let's cut it up till it's gone
Let's break it up into pieces
Throw away what we don't understand
It comes together again,
it comes together again somehow
It comes together again,
it comes together again in the end
Motives and means
— now they seem like a dream within a dream
Concepts and ideas that don't
seem to be making any sense
It goes away…
It goes away sometimes
Just look away...
Just look away sometimes
So come on let's dissect it
Let's cut it up till it's gone
Let's break it up into pieces
Throw away what we don't understand
It comes together again,
it comes together again somehow
It comes together again,
it comes together again in the end
