When you touch me
The places I go are never there
Nostalgia isn't what it used to be
The places I go are never there
The places I go are never there
When you touch me, when you touch me
I can only picture the disappearing world
The places I go are never there
Nostalgia isn't what it used to be
He brought me the air of Paris in a bottle
I can only picture the disappearing world
The record caught the air of London, nineteen sixty-five