Nostalgia - David Sylvian

Voices heard in fields of green

Their joy their calm and luxury

Are lost within the wanderings of my mind

I’m 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

I’m drowning in my nostalgia, nostalgia, nostalgia

The sound of waves in a pool of water

I’m drowning in my nostalgia, nostalgia

My nostalgia, my nostalgia, my nostalgia