Back to Analog

Pull your handkerchief and just twist it 'round my neck
It seems you've got those things I had come to expect
You taste like old aged rum inside an ocean wreck
You spent three hundred years hoping to resurrect
Then out of nowhere comes this handsome pal
His talking manners are exhausting my morale
Don't get too close now, you're halfway through the bottom of his web
And you keep silence, it's almost like you're dying to get wet

He digs poetry and he's giving you feedback
On his favorite book from late Jack Kerouac
Ça va bien, ma chérie? Diversionary attack
He knows french will probably get him on your back
Then out of nowhere asks you for a match
And lights his smoke up in a way to look vintage
Don't get too close now, you're halfway through the bottom of his web
And you keep silence, it's almost like you're dying to get wet
Beneath the curtain of a summer rain
Embracing idols from the age of Charlemagne
Rejecting post millennium automated psychopathic reign
And you made it clear
Yes, you made it clear
You just made it clear
Crystal clear
It's hard to explain but I'm going back to analog
It's hard to explain but I'm going back to analog
It's hard to explain but I'm going back to analog
It's hard to explain but I'm going back to analog