When I take a picture of the city it disappears
It's only a photograph the city is gone
The places I go are never there
Nastalgia isn't what it used to be
I can only picture the disappearing world when you touch me
He brought me the air of Paris in a bottle
The record caught the air of London nineteen sixty-five
The places I go are never there
Nastalgia isn't what it used to be
I can only picture the disappearing world when you touch me
Writer(s): Leslie A Phillips
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