When I take a picture of the city it disappears,
It's only a photograph, the city is gone,
The places I go are never there,
The places I go are never there.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be,
I can only picture the disappearing world when you touch me.

He brought me the air of Paris in a bottle,
The record caught the air of London 1965,
The places I go are never there,
The places I go are never there.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be,
I can only picture the disappearing world when you touch me,
When you touch me,
When you touch me.