Arcade Days

Watchin' Black Francis
Thread the needle
Sewin' the fabric of time
'Til I'm standin' there waitin'
With a handful of quarters
Watchin' for wasted lives
In arcade days
Games we played
While we came of age
In a neon haze
The wars we waged
Were cold and strange.
In my heart remains
Those arcade days
Sidewalk surfin' to the 7-10
The bucket 'o blood
Midway and then
With my feet in the air
My head starts to spin
'Til I'm watchin' Frank Black
Lose his mind again
In arcade days
Games we played
While we came of age
In a neon haze
The wars we waged
Were cold and strange
In my heart remains
Those arcade days



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Writer(s): Winchester 7
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