Nostalgia

The vision is clear
It's stuck in time
I see the things we did
Clearly in my mind
But my blurry life
Wanders through a maze
Do I long for the girl
Or for those simple days

She shows herself
Every month or so
Often when my life
Feels out of control
Her voice is low
And her hands are raised
Do I long for the girl
Or for those simple days

I shut my eyes
And tell myself
I can live in ruins
And dream about wealth
Oh, my colorblind eyes
Watch colorful displays
Do I long for the girl
Or for those simple days

Gone, gone, gone

STE-135
12.03.09
12.03.09