Nostalgia

Cadaverous Condition

I see old spirits rise, in brown eyes

a violet smile, a lack of control

we failed to take the chance

long ago, for a day like this, I would have given

all my lifes future bliss

in the past I longed for futile days like this



I see old spirits rise, in your eyes

a violet smile, a lack of control

now we know what we have lost

short ago, for a day like this, I would have given

all my lifes future bliss

I still long for fertile days like this