N64 Lyrics

Well I'd like to phone a friend

So we can phone it in together

And talk about those milky Coca Cola nights

On the landlines where live

And you are a love song

You're the insulation inside my bedroom walls

You're a newspaper where all the articles

Are about us

And here are the wounds I discovered

In that Epsom salt bath you drew

In the catacombs of Brooklyn basements

Long Island Railroad boarding stations

And you are a love song

You're the insulation inside my bedroom walls

You're a newspaper where all the articles

Are about us

And so tonight,

When you're in you're garage with the engine on

Just remember the nights

We stayed up playing GoldenEye

We stayed up playing GoldenEye

All night

We stayed up playing GoldenEye

We stayed up playing GoldenEye

All night

We stayed up playing GoldenEye

We stayed up playing GoldenEye

We stayed up playing GoldenEye

We stayed up playing GoldenEye