Nostalga Lyrics

The night is young

But you're in the shade

Of thirty one

It's nights like this

I can feel

You are hanging on

There are no more storms

In these days

Of halcyon

I realize as I sit

Watching old tapes

Of my home

I reach out from my state

But everything is

Monochrome

Okay, okay I can't win

You beat me

On hallowed ground

The thing is that

I remember

A time so profound

Tonight we toast

The shattered dreams

Of kings uncrowned

I realize as I sit

Watching old tapes

Of my home

I reach out from my state

But everything is

Monochrome

I cry out

Still no one hears

The megaphone

All that's left here

Are empty eyes on

A bare headstone