Art Schop – Existentialist Nostalgia Lyrics
Artist: Art Schop
Song: Existentialist Nostalgia
I walk along the Seine, at night, listening for my name
This may be the call, that precedes the fall
Used to be that nothing mattered, life was just a game
I held all the cards, right from the start
Existentialist nostalgia; how easy it was
Rats are dying in the alleyways. I think I know who’s next
It all comes down to this, relinquish or resist
Sometimes I have
Existentialist nostalgia; how easy it was to ignore the paradox of pain
Free again, she will be free again, cut loose from her mooring
With gentle indiffеrence, no longer my concеrn
I wait in silence at the dawn; a stranger to myself
No one can absolve our guilt; it is the rock on which we’re built
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Release Year: 2019