When I take a picture of the city it disappears   It's only a photograph the city is gone   The places I go are never there   The places I go are never there      Nostalgia isn't what it used to be   I can only picture the disappearing world when you touch me      He brought me the air of Paris in a bottle   The record caught the air of London nineteen sixty-five   The places I go are never there   The places I go are never there      Nostalgia isn't what it used to be   I can only picture the disappearing world when you touch me   When you touch me   When you touch me