Nostalgia Is the Rose

Nostalgia
Nostalgia

There is a sadness that comes
With how fast we become
Accustomed to some new thing
We all look like babes in the spring
Out with the old
And in with anything
Nostalgia is the rose
That regret grows
Like an afternoon into an evening

Like an afternoon
Like an afternoon
Like an afternoon in Beijing
With you
When we had nothing
And nothing to do
And we couldn't get a cab to the museum
So we, we stayed in our room

Nostalgia
Nostalgia

What is the way
That the dancer falls
Without еver really hitting the floor
What's thе way we used to have
Of riding roller coasters
And what's this old rope for
And what's the best word
For that feeling
You have
Like your body's
Halfway
Into a tunnel
To a place
You just
Laid waste

Nostalgia's just a rose that regret grows
Like the night grows into day
Nostalgia's just a rose that regret grows
Like the night grows into day
Nostalgia's just a rose that regret grows
Like the night grows into day