I found myself here
It felt like nostalgia
At one point I felt scared
You smiled and I collapsed

The breeze of air on my face
Was this my escape?
The trees and the sound of the cicada
It was found when you played a

Violin
This is the sound of my childhood
And I knew I should

Skin
This was our first contact
And this is a fact

I found myself here
It felt like nostalgia
At one point I felt scared
You smiled and I collapsed

The breeze of air on my face
Was this my escape?
The trees and the sound of the cicada
It was found when you played a

Violin
This is the sound of my childhood
And I knew I should

Skin
This was our first contact
And this is a fact