| Nostalgia |
|---|
| Small last days |
| of a past which is just |
| a blury shape in my mind |
| a blury shape in my nights |
| It’s too late, really late |
| when we grow we get lost |
| in the mirrow |
| of a perfect life, perfect life. |
| You can make some more love |
| you can make some more lies |
| it’s been walking in all the street |
| gets some adorn your skin |
| I prefer to walk along |
| don’t you see the gettin on |
| Have you ever fall only heart? |
| Have you aver fall only heart? |
