In the digital age, I'm feeling outdone
It's my brain that can't spell
And my heart that can't hold the keys to type it out
So even if I can't read, life's a puzzle, you see
I played with shapes for thirty years

So can the crayons and the colorful paints
That never step foot in the digital age
And play the songs streamed on video screens
We don't need shows in a digital scene, so give up
So give up

In the last, final days, I'm finding my way
But that's the hypocrite in me

So can the crayons and the colorful paints
That never step foot in the digital age
And play the songs streamed on video screens
We don't need shows in a digital scene, so give up
So give up
So give up