Take me back for just one evening | Nostalgia - Original Song by Trail Of Melody

Описание: Here is an original song for anyone who sometimes wishes they could turn back the clock. "Nostalgia" is a tribute to the simple days of childhood—chalk maps on the pavement, paper boats in the rain, and mango summers that felt endless.
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Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Bare feet on sun-warm pavement, chalk maps on dusty hands,
Paper boats catching gutters, drifting toward distant lands.
Mama’s hum from the kitchen, a crooked tune of our street,
Laughed until the streetlights blinked — the evenings felt complete.

[Bridge]
I tuck away the small things — a marble, a faded song,
Little anchors in my pocket that keep pulling me along.

[Chorus]
Take me back to the corner where our Sunday skies were wide,
Where every crooked alley held a secret we could hide.
To paper boats and porchlight, to mango summers long,
Take me back for just one evening — when the world was small and strong.

[Verse 2]
Cricket cries and cassette tapes, the smell of rain on stone,
Trading badges, secret forts, a government of our own.
We swore by stolen rooftops, we swore by borrowed time,
I still keep one small ticket from that one last makeshift ride.

[Chorus]
Take me back to the corner where our Sunday skies were wide,
Where every crooked alley held a secret we could hide.
To paper boats and porchlight, to mango summers long,
Take me back for just one evening — when the world was small and strong.

[Middle Bridge]
Now city lights are shouting, the streets have learned new names,
But sometimes in the quiet, I can hear the old refrains.
If memory’s a compass, I still know the lane —
I walk it in my suitcase when the nights get hard to tame.

[Chorus — Full]
Take me back to the corner where our Sunday skies were wide,
Where every crooked alley held a secret we could hide.
To paper boats and porchlight, to mango summers long,
Take me back for just one evening — when the world was small and strong.
(ohhh — when the world was small and strong)

[End / Outro]
Close my eyes, I’m five again — barefoot, brave, and sure,
Beneath that waiting banyan tree, the future seemed secure.
Keep the porchlight on, I’ll find my way back home.

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