Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Born in the Eighties, artist - Milow. Album song The Bigger Picture, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 26.06.2006
Record label: Homerun, Munich
Song language: English
Born in the Eighties |
I grew up in the 90's at least that’s what I tried |
looking for ways to be satisfied |
I went to San Diego to try out my luck |
came back 12 months later and again I was stuck |
I felt like a goldfish stuck in a bowl |
I was waiting for something that I could control |
after 2000 no longer a kid |
the world didn’t end but something else did |
when my father takes off I’m already 19 |
he wasn’t as happy as I thought he seemed |
if this is my screenplay I don’t like my role |
these are the things that you just can’t control |
although I feel a lot older I’m just 23 |
if you’re looking for answers don’t come to me instead of a future I’ve got a guitar |
but dreaming out loud won’t get me far |
still I feel I’m ready for rock’n roll |
cus' there might be something that I can control |
by the time I hit 30 I’ll have enough |
of being a twentysomething in love |
my friends will all be married or they will be gone |
I will still be wondering what’s going on if that’s what it takes then I’ll sell my soul |
as long as there’s something that I can control |
one day I’ll wake up and I’ll be 38 |
doing the things I used to hate |
the trick to forget the bigger picture is when |
you look at everything in close-up as often as you can |
our revolution is covered in mold |
cus' there’s only so much you can control |
this is no anthem because anthems are proud |
and pride isn’t something that this is about |
I shouldn’t care shouldn’t care |
but I do and that’s sometimes too hard to bear |
still walking the same road with my shoes full of holes |
just waiting for something that we can control |
if I ever reach 50 or 65 |
too early to tell if I’ll still be alive |
we were born in the 80's and now we are here |
my generation’s dream will disappear |
I’m at a graveyard passing the rows |
a silent surrender we’ll never get close |
this is my story you swallowed it whole |
about us feeling the need to be in control |