The Nostalgic
Chasing Lost Time: Embracing Hope Amidst Nostalgia
Lyrics
Did you hear all the hymns that day?
Reflecting on the hymns heard on a specific day
Could you feel what they had to say?
Asking about the emotional impact of the hymns
Did the distant applause feel too faint for you?
Questioning if distant applause seemed too faint
Your arms reached out for something new
Describing reaching out for something new
See the waves as the wind dies down
Observing waves as the wind subsides
Home is too far away by now
Expressing distance from home
Every voice in your head is your own they said
Stating that every voice in the head is one's own
And now, see what's become of you
Reflecting on the current state of oneself
Can't you remember how young we used to be?
Recalling the past and the youthful days
Did we slowly transform to dust?
Questioning if one has transformed into dust over time
There's nobody left to believe in you and me
Noting the absence of believers in oneself
Is it really too late for us?
Contemplating if it's too late for redemption
Oh, has the fountain of youth run dry?
Wondering if the fountain of youth has run dry
Is it useless to even try?
Questioning the usefulness of trying
Or is there still a chance for our sails to fill?
Pondering if there's still a chance for renewal
Do we still have the strength and will
Questioning the strength and will to persevere
To find our way back to the land we used to own?
Expressing a desire to return to a lost homeland
I believe that it still exists
Believing in the existence of the lost land
Oh, it's not my fate to be stranded and alone
Rejecting the fate of being stranded and alone
I just know there is more than this
Asserting a belief in something more than the current state
The colors we look for in memory and song
Describing the colors sought in memory and song
Paint the hills that surround us still
Portraying the hills painted by those colors
And we have been granted their beauty all along
Acknowledging the beauty granted by the hills
Don't you know that it always will be ours?
Asserting the enduring ownership of that beauty
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