Nostalgia

It feels good
To hear your voice, even though you're far from me
I felt you
In my loneliness, I talk about you with the night

You're the nostalgia that gets tangled in my roots
An ancient whisper that won't give up
Like rain on the window, like mist on the glass
You show up in my dreams, so hard to forget

I tried
To keep everything under control and it's something I can't do

You know I don't need anything else
Just to gaze into your eyes once more

You're the nostalgia that gets tangled in my roots
An ancient whisper that won't give up
Like rain on the window, like mist on the glass
You show up in my dreams, so hard to forget

Memories are mirrors without a reflection
Paths that cross without arriving
And in the air, only secrets remain
Of a heartbeat that refuses to rest

You're the nostalgia that gets tangled in my roots
An ancient whisper that won't give up
Like rain on the window, like mist on the glass
You show up in my dreams, so hard to forget
Like rain on the window, like mist on the glass
You show up in my dreams, so hard to forget