Nostalgia
The night came down upon usthe brave were left aloneand life was loud and crowdedbut some people never spokethe digging out the traumasthe growing of our hopes
I will turn it into a radio songwe’ll forget those red eyes and silly alibiswe’ll say life is a song and it’s one you can whistle anddance todance todance todance to
Turn it into a radio songto forget those red eyes and silly alibisand say life is a song and it’s one you can whistledance todance todance todance to it…yeahdance to ityeah
The night came down upon uswe found ourselves alonethe hiding of the traumasthe reasons we’d ask for
I will turn it into a radio songto forget those red eyes and silly alibisto say life is a song and it’s one you can whistleand dance todance todance todance to
turn it into a radio songto forget those red eyes and silly alibiswe’ll say life is a song and it’s one you can whistle anddance todance todance todance…
Oh where have all those good times gone?you should have been given morehave been given moremore...
Turn it into a radio songto forget those red eyes and silly alibisto say life is a song and it’s one you could whistledance todance todance todance to
Turn it into a radio songto forget those red eyes and silly alibisand say life is a songbut it’s one you can whistle anddance todance todance todance to it…
Yes...Yeah...You can dance to it...Yeah...