Super-8 Nights

Lost in the static of a worn-out tape

Running through the twilight trying to escape

Time is fading out,

the colors start to bleed (ahhhh)

Take me back to where we used to be

We are living in a super-eight scene

Teleporting back to eighty-three (hold on,

hold on)

Running through the memories

Fading polaroids on the bedroom wall

Waiting in the shadows for your long distance call

(take me back) (take me back now)