1982 - Nathan Grisdale

Getting high and talking loads

Listening to 80s tunes on the radio

The city never sleeps when I’m with you

Feeling like its 1982

Bright light long roads

This place feels just like home

Feels just like falling

Warm days cold nights

Under the street lights

A different city every morning

And its long flight tired eyes… never felt so alive

Paradise is where were suppose to be

And its disco vibes and cigarettes long nights distant regrets

Its why we get on so easily

Long hair and baggy jeans

Eyes so delicate like something out a movie scene

Picture us in black and white

I’ll be your husband and you be my wife

Bright light long roads

This place feels just like home

Feels just like falling

Warm days cold nights

Under the street lights

A different city every morning

And its long flight tired eyes… never felt so alive

Paradise is where were suppose to be

And its disco vibes and cigarettes long nights distant regrets

Its why we get on so easily

And its long flight tired eyes… never felt so alive

Paradise is where were suppose to be

And its disco vibes and cigarettes long nights distant regrets

Its why we get on so easily

See the world in my eyes

All the beauty that you try to hide

Through the streets we Rome

You make this city feel like home

And its long flight tired eyes… never felt so alive

Paradise is where were suppose to be

And its disco vibes and cigarettes long nights distant regrets

Its why we get on so easily

And its long flight tired eyes… never felt so alive

Paradise is where were suppose to be

And its disco vibes and cigarettes long nights distant regrets

Its why we get on so easily

Long flight tired eyes… never felt so alive

Paradise is where were suppose to be

And its disco vibes and cigarettes long nights distant regrets

Its why we get on so easily