Текст песни Portugal The Man - 1989

(play root note, then strum)

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 makers never made

The comers never came

But I still felt that 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 people's sun

Or ringing in my ears

When I still felt that awful news

It was patience that we had

And the miles we had left

That held us there until we could let go

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

All we could do

Not in birth or body

But only in our minds

Not in birth or body

I still felt that awful news

It was patience that we had

And the miles we had left

That held us there until we could let go

It was patience that we had

And the miles we had left

That held us there until we could let go