I don't know why I think of her now The holidays are much closer now A funny feeling that breaks my soul I miss you more than you'll ever know Many old beach, many old sun The nostalgia of becoming white Paranoia, paranoia Calling back to just me and you Sitting under a red tree Last week it was green Where is the time When missing it seems We were so high in the sky What was it worth When we came down Crashing to earth Many old beach, many old sun The nostalgia of becoming white Paranoia, paranoia Calling back to just me and you
