nostalgia - WIINSTON

Your body’s aching not for long

A couple angels on your tongue

I see the time move back and forth

Got tough decisions on my phone

Sent to this planet on my own

But it reminds me of my own

Along the mountains and the shores

Into the fires and the wars

Yeah

I like the picture you painted

Is that us?

Is that us?

I like the picture you painted

These days got me tripping on nostalgia

Street names and I’m itching from nostalgia

Heatwaves in the city of nostalgia

These days got me tripping on nostalgia

Come on in 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 painted

Is that us?

Is that us?

I like the picture you painted

These days got me tripping on nostalgia

Street names and I’m itching from nostalgia

Heatwaves 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

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