Nostalgia - Adaline

Quiet the chatter of voices who matter

I silence them in the night

I am nothing in flesh

Hospitable mess

Skin with something to hide

Can we just stay here

I’ll be the kind you like

You pretend you’re mine

And I’ll pretend you’re right

Till I die I

Keep myself in front of the fire

I lay my life on the line

I hunt the kill that’s pulling me under

I lay my life on the line

Sorting through rubble for a bit of nostalgia

Keep myself in denial

Laying bricks in the sand

Avoiding dry land

Keep the weakness alive

And I fantasize of sirens singing rhymes

Of a different time when everything was fine

So I lie and I

Keep myself in front of the fire

I lay my life on the line

I hunt the kill that’s pulling me under

I lay my life on the line

For a bit of nostalgia

A bit of nostalgia