كلمات 1989

I was born in nineteen eighty-nine All we could do No shakes or coughs or burst relief Or lists of all our things Just minutes making minds I was born in nineteen eighty-nine All we could do But the making never made The comers never came But I still felt the awful news It was patience that we had And the miles we had left That held us there Until we could let go I was born in nineteen eighty-nine And it'll be over soon No moon children or peoples sun Or ringing in my ears When I felt that awful news But we found that we were always lost... in space And we will never find our way We felt that we would always find our way If our minds ever come around I was born in nineteen eighty-nine All we could do Not in birth or body But only in our minds I was shaking to through my eyes And living through each breath I still felt that awful news