This is Anemoia

It’s the ache of nostalgia for a time you’ve never know

Even if you were too young, or not even there to experience it

The places that exist on the edge of our memory

Oh baby for you and I

Oh baby for you and I

There’s a certain feeling

It’s a kind of longing not for your own past

But for a version of the past you’ve pieced together from fragments

It’s the ache of nostalgia for a time you’ve never know

Even if you were too young, or not even there to experience