Adaline - Nostalgia Lyrics

Quiet the chatter of voices who matter
I silence them in the night
I am nothing in flesh
Hospitable mess
Skin with something to hide

Can we just stay here?
I'll be the kind you like
You pretend you're mine
And I'll pretend you're right
'Til I die I

Keep myself in front of the fire
I lay my life on the line
I hunt the kill that's pulling me under
I lay my life on the line

Sorting through rubble for a bit of nostalgia
Keep myself in denial
Laying bricks in the sand
Avoiding dry land
Keep the weakness alive

And I fantasize of sirens singing rhymes
Of a different time when everything was fine
So I lie and I

Keep myself in front of the fire
I lay my life on the line
I hunt the kill that's pulling me under
I lay my life on the line

For a bit of nostalgia
A bit of nostalgia

For a bit of nostalgia
A bit of nostalgia

Keep myself in front of the fire
I lay my life on the line
I hunt the kill that's pulling me under
I lay my life on the line