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