From the recording Last Man on Moon
I'm definitely one for nostalgia, so much so that it often blocks my ability to live in the present. I habitually dwell on the past to an excess that acts like I'm stuck in cement.
Lyrics
Awake till three
Watching the tele
Feet feel like jelly
Without hands running through my hair
I can't dismember
Now from last November
How I cannot repeat
Syndications in my stare
I do not dare
Oh how I wonder why
It all came to an end
The best years of my life
I cannot pretend
So real I can feel
I swear I smell your scent
You never left my mind
Nostalgia cement
Nostalgia cement
I want to grab it
Grab it like a habit
Habit till I have it
These frozen memories I bare
And they don't share
With now or never
Yes you bet they're clever
And they decide the moons and the air
Its so unfair
Oh how I wonder why
It all came to an end
The best years of my life
I cannot pretend
So real I can feel
I swear I smell your scent
You never left my mind
Nostalgia cement
Nostalgia cement