1985 - Ed Vintage
Written by：Markus Schmitt
Frankie was a friend of mine
He always knew how to spend the time
Over in his place talking face to face
All night
Watching blurry videos
Talking but tv shows and videos
Sleeping in the basement
Playing crazy maze to fight
Oh but time keep moving on
Now all of the good days are gone
Saying thank you Lord
Love is like an open door
Ohh and the years went passing by
And it sometimes makes me cry
We were more than just alive in 1985
Frankie had a vcr
And a mighty feet of rental cars
We were drinking to have a coke
Telling dirty joke til' dawn
We were staying up late til' three
Playing wipeout on the odyssey
Watching MTV and ever be the first to yawn
Ohh but time keep moving on
Now all the good days are gone
Saying thank you Lord
Love is like an open door
Oh and the years went passing by
And it sometimes makes me cry
We were more than just alive in 1985
Now I'm standing here looking down
And a sixth feet holding the ground
Trying to hide the tears
Remembering the years we shared
Ohh frankie I remember you
Wherever you'll be going to
This is not the end we will meet again
I swear
Oh but time keep moving on
Now all the good days are gone
Saying thank you Lord
Love is like an open door
Oh and the years went passing by
And it sometimes makes me cry
We were more than just alive in 1985
We were more than just alive in 1985
We were more than just alive in 1985
We were more than just alive in 1985
We were more than just alive in 1985