David Sylvian - Nostalga Lyrics
Voices heard in fields of greenTheir joy their calm and luxuryAre lost within the wanderings of my mindI'm cutting branches from the treesShaped by years om memoriesTo exorcise their ghosts from inside of meThe sound of waves in a pool of waterI'm drowing in my nostalgiaNostaligiaAy, ay, ay, nostaligiaThe sound of waves in a pool of waterI'm drowing in my nostalgiaNostalgiaMy nostalgiaMy nostalgiaMy nostalgia