Astoria from Synth Camp by Children of the CPU

Twenty-four steps to your door
Three flights up to your suite
You leant me an old pair of slippers
And slipped on and old L.P.

We danced in your kitchen
Then you made us some tea
You showed me a magic trick
That you had been practicing all week

Fools and phoneys didn't stand a chance
Your magic tricked me every time
If you were looking to steal my heart
Well you picked the perfect night

Thirty-nine steps from your floor
Twenty-four steps to the street
The last time I'll smell your perfume and cigarettes

Shift in to third gear
Follow the sound of the sea
I'll ride around all night if I have to
And let the wind erase you from me

Your magic wore off in time
Some things just aren't worth the fight
If you were looking to break my heart
Well you picked the wrong night

• Electronic
• darkwave
• electropop
• nerdwave
• new wave
• synthpop
• Vancouver