With a retro beat playing in my soul
A drummer calling us to the tragedy of dance
The lyrics a crazy delirium, and it seems to fade away
Flying above all borders
Within which a mortal is meant to stand
And the words sing to me their rhythm
And yet all songs are left unsung
Looking at an ocean mere miles away
Staring back with envy as I cruise the sky
So unwillingly
And retro beats are the irony
A tap dance in clouds and blue paint
Knowing the modern is the future
Or at least always aspires to be so
Such a strange path, untrodden, unbeaten in the dirt
Is it right to desire to reach it once again?
With retro music playing in your ears
