A caterpillar crawled to me one day and said "Oh, what the hell goes on inside your swollen head? I don't believe that you can see as much as I Now close
gris, nostalgie Un amour d'hiver Le ciel a l'envers C'etait la folie, nostalgie Parfois sur la mer Quand la nuit est claire Son prenom revit Nostalgie, nostalgie, nostalgie
nostalgia Nostaligia Ay, ay, ay, nostaligia The sound of waves in a pool of water I'm drowing in my nostalgia Nostalgia My nostalgia My nostalgia My nostalgia
drowning in my nostalgia, nostalgia, nostalgia The sound of waves in a pool of water I'm drowning in my nostalgia, nostalgia My nostalgia, my nostalgia, my nostalgia
I see old spirits rise, in brown eyes a violet smile, a lack of control we failed to take the chance long ago, for a day like this, I would have given
Steam rises through immovable freezing air, Sun fell down to the horizon yet. Dark infinite forests captured by winter greyness, Dark lying down slowly
From the ashes he returns Through the seal of the dark He looks upon the enchanting moon His lips are dry And crave for human blood Through all centuries
I found a picture of you and me from 1989 when we shared the world together happy as teens could be Life's a whirlwind and time's a whore I pick our past
, Stained glass mirrors, dark and shattered. Simple eloquence and elements are offering to the altar of my alter ego's empathy in this prison of nostalgia
You want to live the old days repeat the past Want to follow in the footsteps of classic men They look so romantic in old pictures You think you're the
Wish you were here with me in my head and looking through Same window but seeing a different view Dr Winsley he told me I'm unbalanced but that's outrageous
.... One day perhaps we will come back to this country and bring our children to show them you know And what we had to sacrifice to be in that country
ashamed with my heart wide open. you can pour yourself in me. now there's nothing wrong with that that i can see. my heart feels life. nostalgia. i wish
un dia ?Por que causa es siempre mia Esa cruel preocupacion? Quiero por los dos mi copa alzar Para olvidar mi obstinacion Y mas la vuelvo a recordar Nostalgias
gonna make a muscle. Just holding onto filth Of the pornagraphic slut. I've got an ill will And a pair of brass knuckles. _________ cutting through ribs. It's a tour de'force. Nostalgia
This stoy keeps writing itself, pages and chapters of you and I, of things that I wish would have happened, of things that I wish you would say, then
I took a walk with the palm trees As the daylight fell Sangria in a canteen Talking to myself This tattoo on my left hand Is turning purplish blue Daydreams
talk to me and i better not hear a word do me baby i better not feel it girl i still got one bullet left in my nine finna do a lovecrime lovecrime
