The details are coming back Painting over black They wake me and make me smile On Saturday mornings I was walking on the chairs If I could I’d meet you there Pictures made in ’84 I can’t see them any more I remember everything The sound of the neighbours phone Our broken doorbell’s drone I still hear it loud and clear When the war was still cold The stories we were told They took place so far from here Sit still and wait I’m sailing a stormy lake Picures made in ’84 I can’t see them any more I remember everything In a dream and on tv All the memories come to me I just want them to remain The details are coming back Painting over black They wake me and make me smile Picures made in ’84 I can’t see them any more I remember everything In a dream and on TV All the memories come to me I just want them to remain