i am an old soul
connected to you
by a new goal
that�s how i used to feel
recaptured with
the four-track reel
that old feeling
caught up dreaming

i�m all on analogue
the choral part
is our dialogue
i cannot close it
to a monologue
i wouldn�t want that
so lift me out of the fog...

all you heretics
screaming politics
your dirty rhetoric
tying up old loose ends
with cold loose lips
a tightened noose
on the neck of the media
kidnapped on a tourist trap-trip

i�m all on analogue
the choral part
is our dialogue
i cannot close it
to a monologue
i wouldn�t want that
so lift me out of this fog.