Nostalgia Kills - Jill Sobule

Turn off the lights, I’ll pull down the screen

And turn on the projector and then we’ll see

How it used to be, you and me

You in your striped shirt and desert boots

I’m in my blue dress and cardigan

Funny how it comes back again

As we open the box and another appears

We look at ourselves in a long row of mirrors

We get smaller and smaller with each passing year

We have to keep moving or die

Turn up the volume on the stereo

Let’s spin it round like so long ago

Like when we kissed.

And it goes like this

As we open the box and the music we hear

We look at ourselves and our long trail of tears

We get younger and younger with each passing year

We have to keep moving or die

As we open the box and another appears

We look at ourselves in a long row of mirrors

We get smaller and smaller with each passing year

We have to keep moving or die

We wax and we wane as we hold on to time

Of our halcyon days, we were able to find

We watch it today but please put it way

'Cause we have to keep moving or die

We have to keep moving, we have to keep moving

We have to keep moving or die