Super 8
"Take me back, Take me home, to world that never was.
Cones and Roman Candles in the sky, 4th of July,
The dog's crouched in the basement,
Dad was still alive,
The fading grain of Super 8
Makes everything seem really great,
And I look happy as a clam.
Take me back,
Take me home
to the world that never,
The world that never,
The world that never was.
Another birthday party with the braces on my legs,
The rented clown made cotton candy and animal balloons,
It looks like I had lot's friends,
They laugh with me into the lens,
And, hey, there's Carol Fango,
Before she sliced her wrists.
Take me back,
Take me home,
To the world that never,
The world that never,
To the world that never....
Super 8
Me leve de volta,
Me leve pra casa,
Pro mundo que nunca existiu.
Foguetes e bombas romanas no céu,
4 de julho,
O cachorro encolhido no porão,
Papai ainda estava vivo,
O grão desbotado do Super 8
Faz tudo parecer realmente incrível,
E eu pareço feliz pra caramba.
Me leve de volta,
Me leve pra casa
Pro mundo que nunca,
O mundo que nunca,
O mundo que nunca existiu.
Outra festa de aniversário com as pernas engessadas,
O palhaço alugado fez algodão doce e balões de animais,
Parece que eu tinha muitos amigos,
Eles riem comigo na lente,
E, ei, lá está a Carol Fango,
Antes de ela se cortar.
Me leve de volta,
Me leve pra casa,
Pro mundo que nunca,
O mundo que nunca,
Pro mundo que nunca....