Andrés Luke - Nostalgia Lyrics

Raindrops ripple the puddles on city streets
The air is a cold, crisp, pre-autumn breeze
Reminds me of what is now behind me
The warmth of a toasty attic hideaway
Under the fuzzy blankets and quilts that are homemade
All wrapped up in a soft, loving embrace
I welcome the sense of nostalgia to my senses
I swear I speak nothing of fantasy or pretenses
I'll always keep these memories inside
Whenever I'm left lonesome with my pride
Burning wicks of cinnamon Yankee candles
Shine like a lighthouse through the foggy bramble
Our silhouettes project a love so ample
I welcome the sense of nostalgia to my senses
I swear I speak nothing of fantasy or pretenses
I'll always keep these memories inside
Whenever I'm left lonesome with my pride
Seasons change, holidays come to pass
Winter nights numb the feelings I once had
Though the ice has melted, the love in my heart's still fragile crystal glass
I welcome the sense of nostalgia to my senses
I swear I speak nothing of fantasy or pretenses
I'll always keep these memories inside
Whenever I'm left lonesome
Whenever I'm left lonesome
Whenever I'm left lonesome with my pride