Nostalgia
The night came down upon us
the brave were left alone
and life was loud and crowded
but some people never spoke
the digging out the traumas
the growing of our hopes
I will turn it into a radio song
we’ll forget those red eyes and silly alibis
we’ll say life is a song and it’s one you can whistle and
dance to
dance to
dance to
dance to
Turn it into a radio song
to forget those red eyes and silly alibis
and say life is a song and it’s one you can whistle
dance to
dance to
dance to
dance to it
…yeah
dance to it
yeah
The night came down upon us
we found ourselves alone
the hiding of the traumas
the reasons we’d ask for
I will turn it into a radio song
to forget those red eyes and silly alibis
to say life is a song and it’s one you can whistle
and dance to
dance to
dance to
dance to
turn it into a radio song
to forget those red eyes and silly alibis
we’ll say life is a song and it’s one you can whistle and
dance to
dance to
dance to
dance…
Oh where have all those good times gone?
you should have been given more
have been given more
more...
Turn it into a radio song
to forget those red eyes and silly alibis
to say life is a song and it’s one you could whistle
dance to
dance to
dance to
dance to
Turn it into a radio song
to forget those red eyes and silly alibis
and say life is a song
but it’s one you can whistle and
dance to
dance to
dance to
dance to it…
Yes...
Yeah...
You can dance to it...
Yeah...
