Infant nostalgia's got me sick in the head
Infant nostalgia, hanging on by a thread
When I stall in the hall during visiting hours
I hear of regret and I hear of remorse
You talk of how things would have been different
If it hadn't been for the divorce
If you don't know why
Can't say why
Don't know why
You do what you do
Can't say why
Then why'd you do it?
Infant nostalgia lingers in the wing
Out the door, make a left, then another
A new mother cries as she smothers her child
And there's no turning back from here, she reconciles
We didn't see it when I checked you in
How poetic it is that the babies inspire
As the elders are preparing to expire
And they don't know why
Can't say why
Don't know why
It's over so soon
Can't say why
Old lover, you don't come around
You don't come around anymore
Because you cut it all down
And cut me out
You cut it all down
And cut me out
Infant nostalgia, it was all over too soon
Infant nostalgia, deep in my head
Infinite nostalgia, I'm gonna lay you to bed
Gonna lay you to bed