Rev Christopher L Webster - Nostalgia (Is a Hell of a Drug)

Nostalgia is a hell of a drug
The good ol' days are calling
And I just want to let it ring
I can't find my rose-colored glasses
Or even what they're coloring, yeah
The golden era shines
Too bright to turn away from and
I'm slipping into memories
Of a time when I was younger then
Somebody come and save my soul
The rabbit's sprung into his hole
And I've lost all control
Now I'm diving head-first into
Memories, they're tapping the vein
Reverie, it's coming again
I can't see, never constrained
Now it's coming for my soul and I am
Flying high, high above
What a ride, the memories flood
Lost inside, I can't fight it
Nostalgia is a hell of a drug
Yesteryear's alluring
Simpler times of days gone by
I know it's all illusion
Just a product of my mind, yeah
But I can't help but envy
The world as it was then and I'm
Falling ever deeper in the throes
Of the corners of my mind
Somebody come and save my soul
The rabbit's sprung into his hole
And I've lost all control
Now I'm diving head-first into
Memories, they're tapping the vein
Reverie, it's coming again
I can't see, never constrained
Now it's coming for my soul and I am
Flying high, high above
What a ride, the memories flood
Lost inside, I can't fight it
Nostalgia is a hell of a drug
Somebody come and save my soul
The rabbit's sprung into his hole
And I've lost all control
Now I'm diving head-first into
Memories, they're tapping the vein
Reverie, it's coming again
I can't see, never constrained
Now it's coming for my soul and I am
Flying high, high above
What a ride, the memories flood
Lost inside, I can't fight it
Nostalgia is a hell of a drug
Memories, they're tapping the vein
Reverie, it's coming again
I can't see, never constrained
Now it's coming for my soul and I am
Flying high, high above
What a ride, the memories flood
Lost inside, I can't fight it
Nostalgia is a hell of a drug

Written by:
Ally Burnett, Christopher Webster

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