Nostalgia
Tim Roth
We declared war
On the Emerald City
Let the rocks soar
Through the towers shimmering
Flames burn green
As the castle crumble
Town choirs sing
From a broken hymnal
On the king's throne
Sits a crown of silver
Worn long ago
By the royal killer
Walls cave in
On the court of liars
Their last vote
Was to light the fires
As battles end
And lovers war
The poets write
What souls died for
If we stay here
Will pictures fall
Will we hold on
To nostalgia
Flames burn green
As the castles crumble
Town choirs sing
From a broken hymnal
As battles end
And lovers war
The poets write
What souls died for
If we stay here
Will pictures fall
Will we hold on
To nostalgia
