[Verse 1]
Flip the switch on the VCR
Stack of tapes in a scratched-up jar
Blender hums like a little jet
Old fan buzzin'
Haven’t changed it yet
Dial phone ring
Gotta spin that wheel
Click of buttons
That chunky feel

[Chorus]
Let’s go back to old century
Dusty screens and wired memories
Cartridge in
Blow it clean
Press start
Pixel hearts
8‑bit beating in the dark
Turn the page
Turn the knob on history
Let’s go back
Back to old century

[Verse 2]
Toy car stuck in the window track
Wind it up
Watch it race right back
Board games out on a wooden floor
No save file
Just “one game more”
Boxy TV in a heavy frame
Two channels clear
Snow on every game

[Bridge]
Brick house
Big porch
Slow lane
Books lined tight in a glass-front frame
No fast scroll
Just the waiting time
You and me in the analog shine
Do you feel it?
Do you feel it too?

[Chorus]
Let’s go back to old century
Dusty screens and wired memories
Cartridge in
Blow it clean
Press start
Pixel hearts
8‑bit beating in the dark
Turn the page
Turn the knob on history
Let’s go back
Back to old century