Portugal. The Man
"1989"

I was born in 1989
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 1989
All we could do
But the making never made
The comers never came
But I still felt that awful news

It was patience that we had
And the miles that we had left
That held us there
Until we could let go

I was born in 1989
And it'll be over soon
No moon children or peoples sun
No ringing in my ears
When I felt that awful news

It was patience that we had
And the miles that we had left
That held us there
Until we could let go

It was patience that we had
And the miles that we had left
That held us there
Until we could let go

I was born in 1989
All we could do

It was patience that we had
And the miles that we had left
That held us there
Until we could let go

It was patience that we had
And the miles that we had left
That held us there
Until we could let go