1982

Getting high and talking loads
Listening to 80s tunes on the radio
The city never sleeps when I’m with you
Feeling like its 1982
Bright light long roads
This place feels just like home
Feels just like falling
Warm days cold nights
Under the street lights
A different city every morning
And its long flight tired eyes… never felt so alive
Paradise is where were suppose to be
And its disco vibes and cigarettes long nights distant regrets
Its why we get on so easily
Long hair and baggy jeans
Eyes so delicate like something out a movie scene
Picture us in black and white
I’ll be your husband and you be my wife
Bright light long roads
This place feels just like home
Feels just like falling
Warm days cold nights
Under the street lights
A different city every morning
And its long flight tired eyes… never felt so alive
Paradise is where were suppose to be
And its disco vibes and cigarettes long nights distant regrets
Its why we get on so easily
And its long flight tired eyes… never felt so alive
Paradise is where were suppose to be
And its disco vibes and cigarettes long nights distant regrets
Its why we get on so easily
See the world in my eyes
All the beauty that you try to hide
Through the streets we Rome
You make this city feel like home
And its long flight tired eyes… never felt so alive
Paradise is where were suppose to be
And its disco vibes and cigarettes long nights distant regrets
Its why we get on so easily
And its long flight tired eyes… never felt so alive
Paradise is where were suppose to be
And its disco vibes and cigarettes long nights distant regrets
Its why we get on so easily
Long flight tired eyes… never felt so alive
Paradise is where were suppose to be
And its disco vibes and cigarettes long nights distant regrets
Its why we get on so easily