Divorce At High Noon Lyrics - 2005

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(Speaking): I like old fashioned music

It
All expenses, so much deeper
Take a sip of old port wine
Feel them out what you design
Reminisce about what we
And of what
Recall those party nights
Where the highs were higher than high

Oh but come, come
Who can match what we have done?
No nostalgia
Let
Oh, nostalgia
Let
Let

Crackle up your gramophone
Reel around romantic tones
Sit back in your rocking chair
Warm beneath your gloving(?) pair
Take a sigh of deep content
Tenderly our past is spent
Subtle hints and blatant lies
Exaggerate those high highs

Oh but come, come
Who can match what we have done?
No nostalgia
Let
Oh, nostalgia
Let
Let

But as the hours get older
And your warm thoughts grow colder
As mystic thoughts get bolder
I know I
Sober, sober, sober

And now
You find
The time
You haven
You, you grasp at song
That'll let you live in memories

Oh, nostalgia
Let
Oh, nostalgia
Let
Let

Rest around your open fire
So warm and happily tired
Slip out of your leather brogues
Rest the blisters on your toes
Drug over this aching sense
Of painful present tense
Talk as if pathetic highs
Mean that we

Oh, nostalgia