Nostalgia

Voices heard in fields of green

Their joy their calm and luxury

Are lost within the wanderings of my mindI'm cutting branches from the trees

Shaped by years of memories

To exorcise their ghosts from inside of meThe sound of waves in a pool of water

I'm drowning in my nostalgia, nostalgia, my nostalgiaThe sound of waves in a pool of water

I'm drowning in my nostalgia, nostalgiaMy nostalgia, my nostalgia, my nostalgia