Analog Songtext
von Emily C. Browning

Alexa, turn the lights to red
Down to 17 percent
Play khruangbin on repeat
Turn off alarms, not gonna sleep

I quit the cigarettes
No more sweet juice in a pen
Taste the peach and take a breath
We could analog the rest

Unplug, turn on
Feel the radiation
Comin′ off of my body
It's natural, so practical
And everything else is gone


So can we analog?
Get lost in the electrolytes
Unhook the telephone
Just a garden of earthly delights
You′ve been turning me on
Nothing left to do and I'm into you
Can we analog?
It's the death of digital
When we′re getting physical

Spin the ice and graze a touch
Giving it back but not too much
Paywave the check and keep the receipts
Book a lift and leave with me

Unplug, turn on
Feel anticipation
Coming out from my daydream
Insatiable, so tangible
I know the night is young

So can we analog?
Get lost in the electrolytes
Unhook the telephone
Just a garden of earthly delights
You′ve been turning me on
Nothing left to do and I'm into you
Can we analog?
It′s the death of digital
When we're getting physical


Get lost in the electrolytes
Unhook the telephone
Just a garden of earthly delights
You′ve been turning me on
Nothing left to do and I'm into you
Can we analog?
It′s the death of digital
When we're getting physical

Get lost in the electrolytes
Unhook the telephone
Just a garden of earthly delights
You've been turning me on
Nothing left to do and I′m into you
Can we analog?
The death of digital
We′re getting physical

Hook the telephone
Turning me on
Nothing left to do
Analog

Can we analog
Earthly delights
Physical
Turning me on

Nothing left to do
Analog