Italo Bios - Orbit 84 (Still Young)

Dashboard burning static on the dial.
Gravity is pulling,
bending
every ray.
I load the magnetic tape
and hit play.
Hit play.
Locked in the orbit of your eighty-four beat.
Eighty-four. Riding the frequency, freezing my youth.
My youth. A time warp transmission on a gravity loop.
Gravity loop.
Solar flares erasing
what the radar shows.
Your signal cuts
through the static snows. Snows.
Static.
Locked in the orbit of your eighty-four beat.
Eighty-four. Riding the frequency, freezing my youth.
My youth. A time warp transmission on a gravity loop.
Gravity loop.
One second for me,
a year for you.
For you.
Holding the ghost frequency
in my hand.
Locked in the orbit of your eighty-four beat.
Eighty-four. Riding the frequency, freezing my youth.
My youth. A time warp transmission on a gravity loop.
Gravity loop.
Locked in the orbit of your eighty-four beat.
Eighty-four. Riding the frequency, freezing my youth.
My youth. A time warp transmission on a gravity loop.
Gravity loop.
Still young.
Still young.
Eighty-four.