nostalgia

Текст песни Wiinston - nostalgia

Your body's aching, not for long
A couple angels on your tongue
I see the time move back and forward
Got tough decisions on my phone
Sail through this planet on my own
But it reminds me of my old one
Along the mountains and the shores
Into the fires and the wars, yeah

I like the picture you're painting
Is that us? Is that us?
I like the picture you're painting
These days got me tripping on nostalgia
Street names and I'm itching from nostalgia
Heat waves in the city of nostalgia
These days got me tripping on nostalgia

Good morning, America
This is the death of my character
I'm laughing, almost hysterical
Purple clouds will turn black above my head tonight
I put myself inside you just to have a bed tonight
I guess you really meant it when you said
"Jellyfish will kill me in the end"

I like the picture you're painting
Is that us? Is that us?
I like the picture you're painting
These days got me tripping on nostalgia
Street names and I'm itching from nostalgia
Heat waves in the city of nostalgia
These days got me tripping on nostalgia

I don't feel like home in this town anymore, anymore
I don't feel like home in this town anymore, anymore
I don't feel like home in this town anymore, anymore