Childhood Nostalgia

a yellow wash
feels like fireflies, though they're all gone
it's perfect for once
like childhood nostalgia where my youth haunts
and I don't know what it is
but out here, in the air, I'm alright
these sweeping clouds, they come for my tears
and I hope that they give me this night

and we lost all the wars, I have no doubt
we fell, and we stayed there on the ground
in this eye of a hurricane, I'll stay
fallout deafened now, like I'm under ocean waves

and I don't know what it is
but out here, in the air, I'm alright
these sweeping clouds, they come for my tears
and I hope that they give me this night



Credits
Writer(s): Megan Graeler
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