Records in Bed

We’re in tomorrow

Glowing in the red light on the console top

Forget your sorrow

Remember when you lived them back in your favorite song

Made you feel less all alone like it wasn’t always wrong

Well I’ve been there

Remember when?

Rock and roll was sacred in your world and on the street

The all night conversations with everyone you’d meet

When we dance and sing we are golden

Sunday morning service, records in your bed

Good for your soul, they feed your head

Round and round and round so slow

Feels so good you want to go

Round and round and round so slow

Shining on a deeper glow we’re home

Lost in translation

Missing information give me just one person please

Trying to find the forest inside of all these trees

When we dance and sing we are golden

Sunday morning service, records in your bed

Good for your soul, they feed your head

Round and round and round so slow

Feels so good you want to go

Round and round and round so slow

Where it stops we never know

Round and round and round so slow

Shining on a deeper glow we’re home

We’re home, we’re home, find home, we’re home

Sunday morning service, records in your bed

Good for your soul, they feed your head

Round and round and round so slow

Feels so good you want to go

Round and round and round so slow

Where it stops we never know

Round and round and round so slow

The sweetest grooves you ever know

Round and round and round so slow

Shining on a deeper glow we’re home

Round and round and round we’ll go

We’re home