Blue house cold palms icy walls starting shot ‘’you know how to run’’ words that echo in my head words that I’ve never said Ah... Nostalgia ah... Nostalgia of what I never was of what I never said it’s too Nostalgia ah... Nostalgia The farther the closer the merrier together uneasy rests my presence there are islands to conquer home is where my feet have never stepped and homesickness makes too much of a dent Ah... Nostalgia ah... Nostalgia of what I never was of what I never said it’s too Nostalgia ah... Nostalgia I am a corpse with remorse I feel the urge to reach my hand I am a corpse with remorse Awaiting myself into the unknown I did crush those desires with a hammer and pretended they didn't exist and decided to look the other way I did bury this soul with horror so what if we commit desecration what if we commit desecration what if we commit desecration what if we commit desecration WHAT IF WE COMMIT DESECRATION WHAT IF WE COMMIT DESECRATION WHAT IF WE COMMIT DESECRATION WHAT IF WE COMMIT