Nostalgia Kills

Turn off the lights, I'll pull down the screen
And turn on the projector and then we'll see
How it used to be, you and me

You in your striped shirt and desert boots
I'm in my blue dress and cardigan
Funny how it comes back again

As we open the box and another appears
We look at ourselves in a long row of mirrors
We get smaller and smaller with each passing year
We have to keep moving or die

Turn up the volume on the stereo
Let's spin it round like so long ago
Like when we kissed. And it goes like this

As we open the box and the music we hear
We look at ourselves and our long trail of tears
We get younger and younger with each passing year
We have to keep moving or die

As we open the box and another appears
We look at ourselves in a long row of mirrors
We get smaller and smaller with each passing year
We have to keep moving or die

We wax and we wane as we hold on to time
Of our halcyon days, we were able to find
We watch it today but please put it way
'Cause we have to keep moving or die
We have to keep moving, we have to keep moving
We have to keep moving or die