Artefacto
Gustavo Cerati
Artifact
Give me something sweet, baby
I usually come back bitter
I want to have you like this for hours
and hours
It's not computer talk
It's a happier omen
imaginary worlds
They are rubbing in the air
They pass through our bodies
Echoes of a thousand radars
How much does it affect you?
Nobody knows
No deception makes you happy
It's a happier omen
This is not an invention
To spend the time
There is no artifact
May it be visionary
