The Colour Of Nostalgia

The sun on the leaves sparks a song in my head

And I know how it feels though it's not written yet

Looking through a kaleidoscope of yellows and greens

The sun soft on my skin and a chill on the breeze

There's a memory of something that I've felt before

A kind of synesthesia; a crack in the wall

The colours are warm like a fond memory

Like the peace of a sunset or the roar of the sea

It's the warmth of a jacket two sizes too big

It's like finding the toy that you loved as a kid

It's those nights that you've spent sitting under the stars

With your family of friends as you pass the guitar

It's those moments you know that you'll treasure for life

It's the stories you tell on those cold, stormy nights

It's that old pair of boots that are falling apart

It's the feeling of home you hold dear in your heart

It's the song that they play at the end of the night

It's your fist in the air, comrades stood at your side

It's those words when they hit you so hard in the heart

It's the arms of a friend after too long apart

It's those moments you know that you'll treasure for life

It's the stories you tell on those cold, stormy nights

It's that old pair of boots that are falling apart

It's the feeling of home you hold dear in your heart

If I could do anything to capture that shade

I'd paint a picture so I could escape

Into all of the memories, the nights and the days

And I'd smile though I know I can't go back there again