A chapter missing from the book
I know it should be there
But no matter how I look
I can't retrieve the memories of
Records playing on the beach
Dancing beneath the setting sun
Pulsing rhythm lifting my heart to the sky
I feel like someone in Ibiza
As lasers bounce off passing clouds
It's "all hail the DJ"
Lanterns twinkle in the Balearic haze
And bright-eyed girls and boys alive beneath the stars
Enveloped by the music and the warmth of love is burning through
In Ibiza
In Ibiza
Help me find that missing page
Rekindle the memory
Don't tell me to act my age
Rekindle the fire in my heart
I often wonder what I missed
While playing the forties
Generating lists of records, trains and books
And all the while the world moved on
I blinked and I missed it
So if I had my time again
I'd be in there like a shot
In Ibiza
In Ibiza
Help me find that missing page
Rekindle the memory
Don't tell me to act my age
Rekindle the fire in my heart
In Ibiza
In Ibiza
Rekindle the memory
Rekindle the fire in my heart
Help me find that missing page
Rekindle the memory
Don't tell me to act my age
Rekindle the fire in my heart
I'd often wonder how it was that I could flick some switch
That turned off possibilities when I thought I wanted everything
How avenues of exploration could suddenly be closed
When just the chance to see them was all I wanted here in my heart
Here in my heart
I make some feeble excuse up and piss away the day
And lick my wounds and tell myself that
"I'm an artist! You've got to suffer!"
But on the dance floor they're waiting for the drop
And I'm sat at home, saying, "That's not music!"
But when I was young
I fell in love
With the strangest things to those who looked down from above
But as I got older
I let those dreams die
Caught in the updraft of the adulthood lie
The adulthood lie
We're passing stars and galaxies and rushing through our lives
In miracles of transportation, computation, communication
But when I taste the sourness with which we greet this age
It's hard to think that we're the guys with Thunderbirds
Who wanted to be
Virgil Tracy
If not Captain Kirk
We wanted so much future but now we want the past
Remastered special editions of songs we sang when we were young
We want them all on vinyl, we want them like they were
'Cause it was all much better than (apparently)
When I was young
I fell in love
With the strangest things to those who looked down from above
But as I got older
I let those dreams die
Caught in the updraft of the adulthood lie
The adulthood lie
When I was young
I fell in love
With the strangest things to those who looked down from above
But as I got older
I let those dreams die
Caught in the updraft of the adulthood lie
The adulthood lie
There's still time
There's still time
There's still time
There's still time
There's still time
There's still time
There's still time
There's still time
There's still time
In Ibiza
In Ibiza
Rekindle the memory
Rekindle the fire in my heart
In Ibiza
In Ibiza