Liquid NostalgiaThe smell of the perfume sprayed on my neck and old salty friesI'm about to do it, you knowTake the sip, fall down the abyssOf lost hopes and feeling so...ColdAnd the metal comes undone as the taste hits my tongueMaybe, if I just frozeThe memories of happy timesSunshine and hot sand, would never have to fadeIt goes down my throat, a lover's caress as they run -,AwaySo sweet, so sweetI have to conserve every sipOf hot summer rainI'm about to do it, you knowAnd fear makes my mind clearI'm about to go -,Home