[Intro]
[Verse 1]
The neon flickers on the vacant street
Your number's still resting in my cold diary
A faded photograph from twenty-something years ago
Where the rain was poetry, and the pain just refused to grow
[Pre-Chorus]
The radio plays slow, a hit I can't recall
But the bass line's throbbing, like a distant winter fall
My boots upon the pavement, the cigarette burns out
Does this city still remember what I was all about?
[Chorus]
Baby, this is the brand new new wave
I'm the static on your old VCR tape
The three-chord song, melancholic and a rave
A whisper on the Walkman that you can't escape
Echoes at the deserted station, waiting for the final train
To run away from this boredom that just drives me insane
[Verse 2]
The striped t-shirts, the hair falling over my eyes
I swear I tried to decipher all of your alibis
But irony's the drug, the pose, our common cross
A cheap art-house drama under the feeble light's gloss
[Pre-Chorus]
The radio plays slow, a hit I can't recall
But the bass line's throbbing, like a distant winter fall
My boots upon the pavement, the cigarette burns out
Does this city still remember what I was all about?
[Chorus]
Baby, this is the brand new new wave
I'm the static on your old VCR tape
The three-chord song, melancholic and a rave
A whisper on the Walkman that you can't escape
Echoes at the deserted station, waiting for the final train
To run away from this boredom that just drives me insane
[Bridge]
I'm not the hero, nor the villain, I'm just the synth
At the end of the cassette tape, where the music gives a glitch
The aesthetic of lo-fi to disguise the lack of feeling
A poet in a t-shirt, endlessly concealing
[Chorus]
Baby, this is the brand new new wave
I'm the static on your old VCR tape
The three-chord song, melancholic and a rave
A whisper on the Walkman that you can't escape
Echoes at the deserted station, waiting for the final train
To run away from this boredom that just drives me insane
[Outro]
