All the situations from which the lyrics are formed are memories of mine. Memories I miss, but wouldn't relive for anything in the world. That- to me- is the true meaning of Nostalgia.
lyrics
Walking in wet snow
feet are slapping on the sidewalk
My feet are numb
I smile when I talk
Arctic Monkeys on the phone,
shivering at a bus stop.
Lying alone in June
wondering how everything went off
so wrong
crying all afternoon
so many types of happiness
so many types of happiness
But one day
this will restart
then I will be a memory
And when I look at the event chart
I will see
Nostalgia
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