Nostalgia Grows Songtext

Gazing at what could have been
a lethal doze of her fertile pose
what will all these inklings mean
if I reveal how deep the spiral go
Crystal fecund fancies flew
emerged through blood-red veils
sky-blue yet dead grey - the winds blew
Forced my lofty head to lean
is this lass a fevered rose?
is she not sinless and pristine?