Blizzard of '77 - Nada Surf, Babelsberg Film Orchestra

In the blizzard of '77

The cars were just lumps on the snow

And then later, tripping in 7-Eleven

The shelves were stretching out of control

On a plane ride

The more it shakes

The more I have to let go

Now the signals

Still getting all mixed up

We’re always doing damage control

But in the middle of the night, I worry

It’s blurry, even without light

In the middle of the night, I worry

It’s blurry, even without light

I know I have got a negative edge

That’s why I sharpen all the others a lot

It’s like flowers or ladybugs

Pretty weeds or red beetles with dots

But in the middle of the night, I worry

It’s blurry, even without light

In the middle of the night, I worry

It’s blurry, even without light

I miss you more than I knew

I miss you more than I knew

I miss you more than I knew

I miss you more than I knew