Arcade
In every heart there is a home
In every love there is a song
Even though it went so wrong
We have now moved on
I heard you found a girl
Now she's counting on your words
Not me
Now I'm standing by the vending machine
Of the old arcade
Where nothing's ever changed
Just the sound of video games
And lights that drip of
Solitude and pain
Ancient chocolate bars
That fill me up
But don't erase my scars
It's hard
And I think back on the 70s
And all the love we shared
When we had dreams
When we were young
And the lights were new
And nothing could come between
Me and you
And so you blast a bottle of wine
You pop that shit open, it's fine
You are married to a girl
Who's counting on your words
You heard I found a man
Now he's doing what he can
You see
Now you're standing in the middle of the mall
That they never tore down
It's open as of now
It's empty like your heart and pocket
In my hands is where you think you dropped it
And lost it
And I think back on the 70s
And all the love we shared
When we had dreams
When we were young
And the lights were new
And nothing could come between
Me and you
To my heart you're the home
To my soul you are the song
And I know that things went wrong
But what if we moved on?
If we simply tried again
Shared a bottle like good friends
And then no one has to know
Just you and me alone
And I think back on the 70s
And all the love we shared
When we had dreams
When we were young
And the lights were new
And nothing could come between
Me and you
Now I'm back on that yacht
Was it wrong
To play around
With my siren song
In every love there is a song
Even though it went so wrong
We have now moved on
I heard you found a girl
Now she's counting on your words
Not me
Now I'm standing by the vending machine
Of the old arcade
Where nothing's ever changed
Just the sound of video games
And lights that drip of
Solitude and pain
Ancient chocolate bars
That fill me up
But don't erase my scars
It's hard
And I think back on the 70s
And all the love we shared
When we had dreams
When we were young
And the lights were new
And nothing could come between
Me and you
And so you blast a bottle of wine
You pop that shit open, it's fine
You are married to a girl
Who's counting on your words
You heard I found a man
Now he's doing what he can
You see
Now you're standing in the middle of the mall
That they never tore down
It's open as of now
It's empty like your heart and pocket
In my hands is where you think you dropped it
And lost it
And I think back on the 70s
And all the love we shared
When we had dreams
When we were young
And the lights were new
And nothing could come between
Me and you
To my heart you're the home
To my soul you are the song
And I know that things went wrong
But what if we moved on?
If we simply tried again
Shared a bottle like good friends
And then no one has to know
Just you and me alone
And I think back on the 70s
And all the love we shared
When we had dreams
When we were young
And the lights were new
And nothing could come between
Me and you
Now I'm back on that yacht
Was it wrong
To play around
With my siren song
Credits
Writer(s): Stella Scholaja
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