1985

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