1979 Songtext
von Ulysse Marshall

I haven′t seen you in a while
They keep showing me those films
People ought to be fourteen in 79
There's nothing wrong, we can′t die

Cause I remember our days
A record of Ian North, a bomber jacket
Your smile is carved in red on my wall
The story goes on and on, we are inside it

I wake up panting from the dream
We lost it a long time ago
People tend to be on a high in 79
Turns out after all we can die


But I remember our days
A record of Ian North, a bomber jacket
Your smile is carved in red on my wall
The story goes on and on, we are inside it

But I remember our days
A record of Ian North, a bomber jacket
Your smile is carved in red on my wall
The story goes on and on, we are inside it

I remember our days
I remember
I remember those days
I remember

I remember our days
I remember
I remember those days
I remember