Nostalgia

It’s been life, too sepia

All expenses, so much deeper

Take a sip of old port wine

Feel them out what you design

Reminisce about what we’ve done

And of what’s been what we’ve won

Recall those party nights

Where the highs were higher than high

Oh but come, come

Who can match what we have done?

No nostalgia

Let’s redefine the past

Oh, nostalgia

Let’s redefine the past

Let’s redefine the past now

Crackle up your gramophone

Reel around romantic tones

Sit back in your rocking chair

Warm beneath your gloving(?) pair

Take a sigh of deep content

Tenderly our past is spent

Subtle hints and blatant lies

Exaggerate those high highs

Oh but come, come

Who can match what we have done?

No nostalgia

Let’s redefine the past

Oh, nostalgia

Let’s redefine the past

Let’s redefine the past now

But as the hours get older

And your warm thoughts grow colder

As mystic thoughts get bolder

I know I’m far too sober, far too sober

Sober, sober, sober

And now

You find

The time

You haven’t slept

You, you grasp at song

That'll let you live in memories

Oh, nostalgia

Let’s redefine the past

Oh, nostalgia

Let’s redefine the past

Let’s redefine the past now

Rest around your open fire

So warm and happily tired

Slip out of your leather brogues

Rest the blisters on your toes

Drug over this aching sense

Of painful present tense

Talk as if pathetic highs

Mean that we’ve had worthwhile lives

Oh, nostalgia