1984

The details are coming back

Painting over black

They wake me and make me smile

On Saturday mornings

I was walking on the chairs

If I could I’d meet you there

Pictures made in ’84

I can’t see them any more

I remember everything

The sound of the neighbours phone

Our broken doorbell’s drone

I still hear it loud and clear

When the war was still cold

The stories we were told

They took place so far from here

Sit still and wait

I’m sailing a stormy lake

Picures made in ’84

I can’t see them any more

I remember everything

In a dream and on tv

All the memories come to me

I just want them to remain

The details are coming back

Painting over black

They wake me and make me smile

Picures made in ’84

I can’t see them any more

I remember everything

In a dream and on TV

All the memories come to me

I just want them to remain