Nostalgia

歌詞

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