Quiet the chatter of voices who matter
I silence them in the night
I am nothing in flesh
Hospitable mess
Skin with something to hide
Can we just stay here?
I'll be the kind you like
You pretend you're mine
And I'll pretend you're right
'Til I die I
Keep myself in front of the fire
I lay my life on the line
I hunt the kill that's pulling me under
I lay my life on the line
Sorting through rubble for a bit of nostalgia
Keep myself in denial
Laying bricks in the sand
Avoiding dry land
Keep the weakness alive
And I fantasize of sirens singing rhymes
Of a different time when everything was fine
So I lie and I
Keep myself in front of the fire
I lay my life on the line
I hunt the kill that's pulling me under
I lay my life on the line
For a bit of nostalgia
A bit of nostalgia
For a bit of nostalgia
A bit of nostalgia
Keep myself in front of the fire
I lay my life on the line
I hunt the kill that's pulling me under
I lay my life on the line
Adaline - Nostalgia Lyrics
Adaline - Nostalgia Lyrics
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Quiet the chatter of voices who matter
I silence them in the night
I am nothing in flesh
Hospitable mess
Skin with something to hide
Can we just stay here?
I'll be the kind you like
You pretend you're mine
And I'll pretend you're right
'Til I die I
Keep myself in front of the fire
I lay my life on the line
I hunt the kill that's pulling me under
I lay my life on the line
Sorting through rubble for a bit of nostalgia
Keep myself in denial
Laying bricks in the sand
Avoiding dry land
Keep the weakness alive
And I fantasize of sirens singing rhymes
Of a different time when everything was fine
So I lie and I
Keep myself in front of the fire
I lay my life on the line
I hunt the kill that's pulling me under
I lay my life on the line
For a bit of nostalgia
A bit of nostalgia
For a bit of nostalgia
A bit of nostalgia
Keep myself in front of the fire
I lay my life on the line
I hunt the kill that's pulling me under
I lay my life on the line
I silence them in the night
I am nothing in flesh
Hospitable mess
Skin with something to hide
Can we just stay here?
I'll be the kind you like
You pretend you're mine
And I'll pretend you're right
'Til I die I
Keep myself in front of the fire
I lay my life on the line
I hunt the kill that's pulling me under
I lay my life on the line
Sorting through rubble for a bit of nostalgia
Keep myself in denial
Laying bricks in the sand
Avoiding dry land
Keep the weakness alive
And I fantasize of sirens singing rhymes
Of a different time when everything was fine
So I lie and I
Keep myself in front of the fire
I lay my life on the line
I hunt the kill that's pulling me under
I lay my life on the line
For a bit of nostalgia
A bit of nostalgia
For a bit of nostalgia
A bit of nostalgia
Keep myself in front of the fire
I lay my life on the line
I hunt the kill that's pulling me under
I lay my life on the line
Writer: David Burris, Shawna Beesly, Todor Kobakov
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing