Nostalghia

And on this day
We bid the time
And now we're going under
The sun dies
The seeds of reprise
At our childhood's end

Nostalgia comes
It creeps through again
Nostalgia comes
It creeps through again

And I felt the wind
Of an old soul rising
Watch it haunt our bodies
Alive and well
The seeds of reprise
At our childhood's end

Nostalgia comes
It creeps through again
Nostalgia comes
It creeps through again

So don't wait for me
I know where it is
But now it's gone
The memories flew away

Nostalgia comes
It creeps through again
Nostalgia comes
It creeps through again
Nostalgia comes
It creeps through again
Nostalgia comes
It creeps through again

Nostalgia comes
It creeps through again
Nostalgia comes
It creeps through again
Nostalgia comes
It creeps through again
Nostalgia comes



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Chojnacki
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