Nostalgia is a sweet wonderland
Where all is good but can't go back again
Deep among the masses I'm a man
Uncommon as they come in present tense
Foolish man who dreams above the clouds
Where are all his tethers to the ground
Speak about the tree as if it breathes
All they see is kindling in breeze

Nostalgia is a sweet wonderland
Where all is good but can't go back again
Revising my subconscious I depend
Too heavily on luck and happenstance
I remember trenches I was in
I remember fades I had to win
The stakes are high as life and loss again
Faint of heart won't make it on this land

Sippin' the potion, the potion of a fool
Sippin' the potion of a fool
Of a fool
Of a fool

Nostalgia is a sweet wonderland
Where all is good but can't go back again
The proletariat is bound to win
Or so I've heard from scripts of learned men

Sipping the potion, the potion of a fool
Sipping the potion of a fool
Potion of a fool

Of a fool
Of a fool
Of a fool
Of a fool