Nostalgia Is the Rose Songtext
von Spencer Krug

Nostalgia

Nostalgia

There is a sadness that comes with how fast we become
Accustomed to some new thing
We all look like babes in the spring
Out with the old and in with anything
Nostalgia is the rose that regret grows
Like an afternoon into an evening

Like an afternoon
Like an afternoon
Like an afternoon in Beijing
With you

When we had nothing
And nothing to do
And we couldn′t get a cab to the museum
So we, we stayed in our room


Nostalgia

Nostalgia

What is the way that the dancer falls
Without ever really hitting the floor?
What's the way we used to have of riding roller coasters
And what′s this old rope for

And what's the best word for that feeling
You have, like your body's halfway
Into a tunnel
To a place you just
Laid waste

Nostalgia′s just a rose that regret grows
Like the night grows into day
Nostalgia′s just a rose that regret grows
Like the night grows into day
Nostalgia's just a rose that regret grows
Like the night grows into day