Scan Lines

Scan-lines flicker on the TV screen
Countless worlds, secret havens, have long atrophied

And they're gone now, they're gone now
Left old wounds that don’t disappear
I wear those scars on my sleeves


Lost in pixels, lost in time
Cartridges and compact disks, bring my hopes to life

And they’re fading, they’re fading
Memories like ghosts from yesteryear
In my dreams, they still seem so clear


But the joy, it's still here
In those days, in those years
And the child I once was never disappeared