Song | We Are 1980 |
Artist | Said the Whale |
Album | Little Mountain |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lean back into the wind | |
It’s an empty cold outside | |
I sent you back just the smoothest rock | |
I could find | |
Accompanied by just a couple of words came to mind | |
It’s an old concept | |
Sending letters again | |
Well thought out, rehearsed and written in pen | |
Paperless here is a thing of the past | |
I’m cutting down trees and using up gas | |
We’ve got | |
Mandarax and loveless sex | |
And information passing right through our skin and bones | |
Spot on with my content for the lesser known | |
In spite of all of the rules of my own | |
That I break up in stride | |
Ignoring my front, back | |
Ignoring my left and my right | |
It’s my moral compass | |
And it’s easy to find | |
Well thought out, intentionally left behind | |
It’s regrettable, yes | |
But how could | |
I ever sleep at night? | |
Knowing I had rules and knowing | |
I had to abide | |
We’ve got | |
Mandarax and loveless sex | |
And information passing right through our skin and bones | |
It’s the information age | |
Of lesser consequence to the silence | |
The information age | |
Of fountain pens and real stationary | |
The information age | |
Of lesser consequence to the silence | |
The information age | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 |
Lean back into the wind | |
It' s an empty cold outside | |
I sent you back just the smoothest rock | |
I could find | |
Accompanied by just a couple of words came to mind | |
It' s an old concept | |
Sending letters again | |
Well thought out, rehearsed and written in pen | |
Paperless here is a thing of the past | |
I' m cutting down trees and using up gas | |
We' ve got | |
Mandarax and loveless sex | |
And information passing right through our skin and bones | |
Spot on with my content for the lesser known | |
In spite of all of the rules of my own | |
That I break up in stride | |
Ignoring my front, back | |
Ignoring my left and my right | |
It' s my moral compass | |
And it' s easy to find | |
Well thought out, intentionally left behind | |
It' s regrettable, yes | |
But how could | |
I ever sleep at night? | |
Knowing I had rules and knowing | |
I had to abide | |
We' ve got | |
Mandarax and loveless sex | |
And information passing right through our skin and bones | |
It' s the information age | |
Of lesser consequence to the silence | |
The information age | |
Of fountain pens and real stationary | |
The information age | |
Of lesser consequence to the silence | |
The information age | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 |
Lean back into the wind | |
It' s an empty cold outside | |
I sent you back just the smoothest rock | |
I could find | |
Accompanied by just a couple of words came to mind | |
It' s an old concept | |
Sending letters again | |
Well thought out, rehearsed and written in pen | |
Paperless here is a thing of the past | |
I' m cutting down trees and using up gas | |
We' ve got | |
Mandarax and loveless sex | |
And information passing right through our skin and bones | |
Spot on with my content for the lesser known | |
In spite of all of the rules of my own | |
That I break up in stride | |
Ignoring my front, back | |
Ignoring my left and my right | |
It' s my moral compass | |
And it' s easy to find | |
Well thought out, intentionally left behind | |
It' s regrettable, yes | |
But how could | |
I ever sleep at night? | |
Knowing I had rules and knowing | |
I had to abide | |
We' ve got | |
Mandarax and loveless sex | |
And information passing right through our skin and bones | |
It' s the information age | |
Of lesser consequence to the silence | |
The information age | |
Of fountain pens and real stationary | |
The information age | |
Of lesser consequence to the silence | |
The information age | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 | |
We are 1980 |