And I wanted more
Than I remember asking for I wanted more
Than I remember asking for
Here we go again
Creeping doubt rising in my head
What am I going to do?
When no one’s interested in something new
Selling nostalgia is a flash of a time gone by Stories fed to people, full of lies
Nostalgia is a trap of a time gone by
You can’t live in the past
Lose yourself as someone else
In a different time and place but you’re still here
Look in the mirror at that same old face you fear
Beware nostalgia is a flash of a time gone by
Stories fed to people, full of lies
Rose coloured glasses, pay the tithe, and won’t be denied
And I wanted More
Than I remember asking for