Jens Lekman - Postcard #4 lyrics

January 24th, 2015 A nerve impulse takes a detour through my brain Pa**ing memories long forgotten along the way A warm summer evening back in Kortedala The thunder softly rumbling my amygdala The explosions behind our young foreheads The coarse feel of your jacket's Gore-Tex All stored in the weave of the cerebral cortex But still lost in time's unforgiving vortex Spiraling down the limbic system With all of its emotional wisdom Do you remember the mice who got to push a lever Connected with a wire to their pleasure center How food and water became of no interest They kept pushing that lever until they starved themselves to d**h The explosions behind our young foreheads The coarse feel of your jacket's Gore-Tex All stored in the weave of the cerebral cortex Slowly fading in time's unforgiving vortex