Nostalgia — Cadaverous Condition

I see old spirits rise, in brown eyes a violet smile, a lack of control we failed to take the chance long ago, for a day like this, I would have given all my lifes future bliss in the past I longed for futile days like this

I see old spirits rise, in your eyes a violet smile, a lack of control now we know what we have lost short ago, for a day like this, I would have given all my lifes future bliss I still long for fertile days like this