1985

Searching for reasons against truth

Withholding blossom against the bloom

I seek the golden somewhere for me

Who told the prophets where to find

Their dying orders hung dry on the line

I seek that symbol, but it don’t seek me

The slow won’t beat the fast

There’s no going back

The heart only beats intact

1985

1985 is feeling black

I saw the measure pour to fill the cup

And what had spilled out, someone called it love

We want the measure, not the flood

So let the day break and the night stand still

Let the quaker try to have his fill

No crying wolf now, not for me

Time it moves right along

Just another selfish song

Though the years have come and gone

1985

1985

1985 is painted black

Some things are in your head

Like the coming tale of death

I shouldn’t get upset

Or listen to a word they said

That 1985 is feeling black