I’m a yearning for a time that never was,
A phantom past, a bittersweet fuss.
You chase a ghost, a memory’s embrace,
A longing for a place, a time, a face.
What am I?
A phantom past, a bittersweet fuss.
You chase a ghost, a memory’s embrace,
A longing for a place, a time, a face.
What am I?
