We Are 1980

Lean back into the wind It?s an empty cold outside I sent you back just the smoothest rock I could find Accompanied by just a couple of words came to mind It?s an old concept Sending letters again Well thought out, rehearsed and written in pen Paperless here is a thing of the past I?m cutting down trees and using up gas We?ve got Mandarax and loveless sex And information passing right through our skin and bones.... oh Spot on with my content for the lesser known In spite of all of the rules of my own That I break up in stride Ignoring my front, back Ignoring my left and my right It?s my moral compass And it?s easy to find Well thought out, intentionally left behind It?s regrettable, yes But how could I ever sleep at night? Knowing I had rules and knowing I had to abide We?ve got Mandarax and loveless sex And information passing right through our skin and bones It?s the information age Of lesser consequence to the silence The information age Of fountain pens and real stationary The information age Of lesser consequence to the silence The information age We are 1980 We are 1980 We are 1980 We are 1980 We are 1980 We are 1980