Nostalgic

Good luck
Selling your soul
There is not a single bidder

The world
Has simply moved on
No devils to consider

Oh, how sweet
It would be
To turn back the time
To that perfect song
With the perfect rhyme
To a picture so
Familiar
You could swear it feels like home

I look in your eyes and then
Though I've never met you
You make me miss the days I've never known

Your eyes again...
I've never met you, but I'm
Nostalgic for the past that's not my own

Whеn thoughts
Dissolve in a haze
In warm embracе of silence

I'd loose lose
A couple of days
Burning cheeks for the televised violence

I go back
To turning
Back the time
With a perfect love
And the perfect crime
To the stories so
Familiar
I could swear they're true