1980's Technology Lyrics

You can call it anything

But it only means less

Words evade my grasp

I'm left with just a gasp that taste like nothing

My mouth's landscape

Is a deserted place

But water is just a word

Unless you really know thirst

Or you're drowning

Let's gather together

In a bewildered heap

Fill our mouths with water

While the ocean takes our feet

Ice is the sound

The river makes

It cracks cold and sings

And something of moment begins then starts melting

I can't point the way

But can't see past my hand

I don't believe in believing anymore

But who's really keeping score, yea who's still counting

Let's gather together

In a bewildered heap

Fill our mouths with lightning

While the fire takes the street

I'm the 1980's

Technology

Behind my eyes, you'll see a fuzzy blue screen

You can make of me anything