My heart is a piano key
Your heart is unconcerned with whether it remains locked
Or its secrets spill upon the empty earth
Like your cabernet when you've had one too many glasses
And I've had one too many chances at loving you right
I fear that I am incapable of loving at all
To me it seems to be just a cocktail of attraction and attachment
Familiarity and resolve to catch each other slow
When words fail
But I've failed
And I don't think I feel any of it
Did I ever?
Or was I slipping into the memory of what once was
Falling in love with a person and a place
The cool glow of serenity
And the unexpected spark of intimacy
The soft crackle of jazz interrupted by the adjacent frequency's talk radio station
And I get impatient
When I fall victim to the reverie
When I am falling
Sinking
Drowning in Paris Nostalgia
Gentlecrook - Prelude to Nostalgia Lyrics
Gentlecrook - Prelude to Nostalgia Lyrics
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My heart is a piano key
Your heart is unconcerned with whether it remains locked
Or its secrets spill upon the empty earth
Like your cabernet when you've had one too many glasses
And I've had one too many chances at loving you right
I fear that I am incapable of loving at all
To me it seems to be just a cocktail of attraction and attachment
Familiarity and resolve to catch each other slow
When words fail
But I've failed
And I don't think I feel any of it
Did I ever?
Or was I slipping into the memory of what once was
Falling in love with a person and a place
The cool glow of serenity
And the unexpected spark of intimacy
The soft crackle of jazz interrupted by the adjacent frequency's talk radio station
And I get impatient
When I fall victim to the reverie
When I am falling
Sinking
Drowning in Paris Nostalgia
Your heart is unconcerned with whether it remains locked
Or its secrets spill upon the empty earth
Like your cabernet when you've had one too many glasses
And I've had one too many chances at loving you right
I fear that I am incapable of loving at all
To me it seems to be just a cocktail of attraction and attachment
Familiarity and resolve to catch each other slow
When words fail
But I've failed
And I don't think I feel any of it
Did I ever?
Or was I slipping into the memory of what once was
Falling in love with a person and a place
The cool glow of serenity
And the unexpected spark of intimacy
The soft crackle of jazz interrupted by the adjacent frequency's talk radio station
And I get impatient
When I fall victim to the reverie
When I am falling
Sinking
Drowning in Paris Nostalgia
Writer: Zachary Latham
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid