Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2080, artist - Yeasayer. Date of issue: 22.10.2007
Song language: English
2080 |
| I can’t sleep when I think about the times we’re living in |
| I can’t sleep when I think about the future I was born into |
| Outside’s dressed up like Sunday morning |
| With no Berlin wall, what the hell you gonna do? |
| It’s a new year, I’m glad to be here |
| It’s a fresh spring, so let’s sing |
| In 2080 I’ll surely be dead |
| So don’t look ahead, never look ahead |
| It’s a new year, I’m glad to be here |
| It’s the first spring, so let’s sing |
| And the moon shines bright on the water tonight |
| So we won’t drown in the summer sound |
| If you find me, I’ll be sitting by the water fountain |
| Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown on Monday morning |
| But it’s all right, yeah, it’s all right |
| Yeah, it’s all right, yeah, it’s all right |
| 'Cause in no time, they’ll be gone |
| I guess I’ll still be standing here |
| It’s a new year, I’m glad to be here |
| It’s a fresh spring, so let’s sing |
| In 2080 I’ll surely be dead |
| So don’t look ahead, never look ahead |
| It’s a new year, I’m glad to be here |
| It’s the first spring, so let’s sing |
| And the moon shines bright on the water tonight |
| So we won’t drown in the summer sound |
| Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers |
| Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters |
| And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us |
| We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests |
| Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers |
| Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters |
| And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us |
| We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests |
| It’s a new year, I’m glad to be here |
| It’s a fresh spring, so let’s sing |
| In 2080 I’ll surely be dead |
| So don’t look ahead, never look ahead |
| It’s a new year, I’m glad to be here |
| It’s the first spring, so let’s sing |
| And the moon shines bright on the water tonight |
| So we won’t drown in the summer sound |
| Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers |
| Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters |
| And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us |
| We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests |
| Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers |
| Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters |
| And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us |
| We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests |
| Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers |
| Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters |