Lyrics

"1984"
Words and Music by Andrea Wittgens


Right about 13, I started to care
I went from under their feet to out of their hair
In my room I made stories just to make sense
of the reality over the fence

Are you sweet sixteen or resident evil?
Quite the rock and hard place - you feel me, Ophelia?
Why the hell are we hanging round this castle of crazies
When we're so much better than drowning in daisies

We could walk on water, steal a boat, get wrecked
hit rock bottom but come back blessed
we are cosmonauts, but first, birds in the nest
prodigal daughters we just haven't left yet

I don't sleep
I dream on the floor
Been making movies on the ceiling since 1984
I'm out of touch
But everything's looking up

There's truth and my memories and the gulf between
And I live there in technicolor, but stay off-screen
When the colors start colluding against me again
I get over-saturated and walls start to bend

I used to party with the midnight cowboy
he said "The pain is real. God is a decoy"
You can sweat it out or get synthetically sane
I heard he died in the desert on that horse with no -

All I ever wanted was love
and to stop running in the dark trying to catch a rush
When I was an ocean you were my rock
That's not true but it's a beautiful thought

I don't sleep
I dream on the floor
Been making movies on the ceiling since 1984
I'm out of touch
But everything's looking up

I don't sleep
I dream on the floor
You can write me your letters, slide them under the door
I'm out of touch
But everything
everything's looking up
I'm looking up .