[Intro]
In the attic of my memory, dust motes glow like tiny suns
I wake to a radio sighing through the walls of yesterday
[Verse 1]
Old photos breathe when I hold them, corners curled with whispered names
A bicycle bell, a summer rain, a chalk line on a sunny lane
[Pre-Chorus]
Time moves in quiet footsteps, soft as velvet on my skin
But every fading color sings a note I keep within
[Chorus]
Nostalgia, carry me back to a porch light glow
To lemonade summers and the stories we would grow
Nostalgia, wrap the hours in a warm, familiar glow
Let me stand on the edge of then, and never let me go
[Verse 2]
A song stirs in the kitchen, grandma’s hands and flour dust
A lullaby that settles like a coin into a memory’s crust
[Pre-Chorus]
I hear the laughter ripple through the room we outgrew
And find a doorway in the chorus where the old world shines through
[Chorus]
Nostalgia, carry me back to a porch light glow
To lemonade summers and the stories we would grow
Nostalgia, wrap the hours in a warm, familiar glow
Let me stand on the edge of then, and never let me go
[Bridge]
If I could press pause on a single moment, I’d choose them all again
To learn how time can be a friend when we promise to remember then
[Chorus]
Nost nostalgia, carry me back to a porch light glow
To lemonade summers and the stories we would grow
Nostalgia, wrap the hours in a warm, familiar glow
Let me stand on the edge of then, and never let me go
[Outro]
Fade out like sunsets over a familiar street, softly, gently, slow
Nostalgia, stay with me until the glow I know starts to show
