Wonderland

Brandon Banks

Nostalgia is a sweet wonderland

Where all is good but can't go back again

Deep among the masses I'm a man

Uncommon as they come in present tense

Foolish man who dreams above the clouds

Where are all his tethers to the ground

Speak about the tree as if it breathes

All they see is kindling in the breeze

Nostalgia is a sweet wonderland

Where all is good but can't go back again

Revising my subconscious I depend

Too heavily on luck and happenstance

I remember trenches I was in

I remember fades I had to win

The stakes are high as life and loss again

Faint of heart won't make it on this land

Sippin' the potion the potion of a fool

Sippin' the potion of a fool

Of a fool

Of a fool

Nostalgia is a sweet wonderland

Where all is good but can't go back again

The proletariat is bound to win

Or so I've heard from scripts of learned men

Sippin' the potion the potion of a fool

Sippin' the potion of a fool

Potion of a fool