1984

Hello I rang for me
From 1984
If I knew the difference then
I'd have kept my word

Am I a traveler
Or do I just dream
I dreamed I found myself
In a dream you were me

I could see the end
With the dirt falling on my head
I wrote it down to not forget it

How 'bout I show you
Pictures that won't fade
I can't count the time I realized
I'd never return

I could see the end
With the dirt falling on my head
I wrote it down to not forget it

Waking up sundays
In all of its drag
I'm not quite here yet
Am I forgotten
So close to the start
Of the end

Wipe it out completely
Before it starts to spread
I can't hold it tight enough
Should I let it go instead

I could see the end
With the dirt falling on my head
I wrote it down to not forget it