Nostalgia

A furtive tear
A soft touch, the voice
Shadows fleeting that pass
Old wounds of love

Time that always slips away
And won't come back again
What they call nostalgia
Is just a little ghost

Run from the mirrors
'Cause it wants to hide
Run from the clocks
And it comes back, suicidal, to yesterday

Memory that lies to reason
Memories that kill the dream
Ghost that sells you passion
Don't fool my heart with nostalgia

Ghost that sells you disappointment
Don't fool my heart with nostalgia, no
Ghost that sells you passion
Don't fool my heart with nostalgia, no
Ghost that sells you disappointment
Don't fool my heart with nostalgia.