Director’s Nostalgia Songtext
von Snapped Ankles

The sun is the provider
The light was getting better
It was early morning
You drive birds loud
Any more smoke in the valley
And I′ll be the director
Over this nature
For my nostalgia
The light was set, the smoke was hot
The hands of radio actors shook
The runners crossed, the sound was good
The director, he said "Cut"
I don't wanna talk about nostalgia
For remembering those moments
Without setting in the summer
With more smoke in the valley
The crew all speak Russian
But they don′t smoke Italian The light won't last long
The last light's the last bang
The crew poked down to see their breath
The smoke was still, the children walked
The war of the cameras had shot
The director, he jumped up
Recreate, recreate
Recreate, recreate
Recreate, recreate
Recreate, recreate
I don′t wanna talk about nostalgia
For remembering those moments
They′re now set in summer
The light was set, the smoke was hot
The hands of radio actors shook
The runners crossed, the sound was good
The director, he jumped up