tourist. - Nostalgia | Текст песни

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• Nostalgia

Life seems to be floating straight through my hands

I want to grab it but it slips through the sink

Moments they come and go

But what stays is that bitter taste of my past

That shines in brightest colours

Calling for me to come back

And so I slowly become a slave to the glance of my memories

I try to look forward

But all I can see is a reflection of my past

The step that has been waiting for so long to be made

Would leave behind the masquerade that makes me feel so goddamn safe

So I’m still stuck

Nailed onto the ground underneath my feet

I Feel unable to move

Forced to stay in my same old mind

Time is the crack that slowly breaks every safe ground

Nostalgia