Lyrics

The needle on the record goes back to the start
because I want to hear the crackle
and your laughter in my room
your presence in my mood
because I want you to know me and I want to know you too

I’m taking in the cover
with my digital-age eyes
because I know someday love will be zeros and ones
But in my mind I’ll always be young,
I’ll always try to find the sun
in every cloudy situation I ever come across

I’ll always need the in between
the million shades between black and white
the old jazz record on a Tuesday night
you and me together we turn out the light

Cardboard edges fraying with age
soon we won’t be writing letters or turning any pages
because they’ll know our names and our dates of birth
what we last bought and what it was worth
there’s something downstairs
let’s go see what’s there