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Fortunately when I was a kid we were analogue:

A hot and windy August afternoon
Has the trees in constant motion
With a flash of silver leaves
As they’re rocking in the breeze

The boy lies in the grass with one blade
Stuck between his teeth

A vague sensation quickens
In his young and restless heart

And a bright and nameless vision
Has him longing to depart

You move me
You move me

With your buildings and your eyes
Autumn woods and winter skies

You move me
You move me

Open sea and city lights
Busy streets and dizzy heights

You call me
You call me

The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs
Dances on the edge of his dream
And her voice rings in his ears
Like the music of the spheres

The boy lies in the grass, unmoving
Staring at the sky

His mother starts to call him
As a hawk goes soaring by

The boy pulls down his baseball cap
And covers up his eyes

You move me
You move me

With your buildings and your eyes
Autumn woods and winter skies

You move me
You move me

Open sea and city lights
Busy streets and dizzy heights

You call me
You call me

Too many hands on my time
Too many feelings
Too many things on my mind

When I leave I don’t know
What I’m hoping to find and
When I leave I don’t know
What I’m leaving behind