Nostalghia
It’s all mine
Wide awake, it's morning time
Feel myself as though you're mine
I can't recall the things I said
Who gives a damn, who gives a shit

It's morning time
It's morning time

Sun is setting in the west
You should put on your Sunday best
No one knows which church to pray
And no one knows what food to give away

It's all mine, it's all- it's all mine
It's all mine, it's all- it's all mine

I was a queen when you were king
I still feel all the saddest things
The way they line up just to die
Just to die, die

And children say the damnedest things
You help them with their wedding rings
Who'd you marry, who do you lovе
Did they fit you like a glove?
I gеt lost just to get found
They ask for thin, you give them round
How many on their dying day
Got on knees just to give prayer
Prayer

And I am giving you all that I see!
Give you all that I believe!
Nothing power, not for free
They say they give you what you need