Nostalgia

Nostalgia

David Sylvian

Voices heard in fields of green
Their joy their calm and luxury
Are lost within the wanderings of my mind

Im cutting branches from the trees
Shaped by years of memories
To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me

The sound of waves in a pool of water
Im drowning in my nostalgia

Weathered Wall

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