| Song | Slightly Mad |
| Artist | Magic Pie |
| Album | The Suffering Joy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I remember Sundays in the park | |
| Evening prayers in the dark | |
| Sweet dreams of wings of hope | |
| Eyes wide open as a new morning broke | |
| I am desperate and I am nostalgic, | |
| Clinging to the past. | |
| As for tomorrow – I do believe | |
| this carrousel will pass | |
| beyond the point of no returning. | |
| Good things never last. | |
| An dit makes me sad and just…slightly mad! | |
| In my memories – still homeward bound. | |
| Those days were like a merry-go-round. | |
| Youth didn’t come to soon. | |
| Sweet temptation – sweet perfume. | |
| I am desperate and I am nostalgic, | |
| Clinging to the past. | |
| As for tomorrow – I do believe | |
| this carrousel will pass | |
| beyond the point of no returning. | |
| Good things never last. | |
| An dit makes me sad and just…slightly mad! | |
| Am I being over-nostalgic? | |
| You’re clinging to the past. | |
| The world today – I’m just not so sure | |
| if life’s worth living for. | |
| There were times when I was optimistic | |
| We could have made it last. | |
| But now I’m just so sad… | |
| Don’t be desperate – don’t be frantic. | |
| I’m clinging to the past. | |
| I’ve got all the love you need. | |
| I could have made it last. | |
| It’s peaceful here and so romantic. | |
| Instead I let it pass. | |
| Now don’t be sad…don’t be sad. | |
| Don’t be desperate – don’t be frantic. | |
| I’m clinging to the past, | |
| to a dream you thought could come real. | |
| That hope is fading fast. | |
| It’s peaceful here and so romantic. | |
| Yes, I let it pass. Come back – and stay… | |
| We’ll find a way… | |
| Please…let me stay! |
| I remember Sundays in the park | |
| Evening prayers in the dark | |
| Sweet dreams of wings of hope | |
| Eyes wide open as a new morning broke | |
| I am desperate and I am nostalgic, | |
| Clinging to the past. | |
| As for tomorrow I do believe | |
| this carrousel will pass | |
| beyond the point of no returning. | |
| Good things never last. | |
| An dit makes me sad and just slightly mad! | |
| In my memories still homeward bound. | |
| Those days were like a merrygoround. | |
| Youth didn' t come to soon. | |
| Sweet temptation sweet perfume. | |
| I am desperate and I am nostalgic, | |
| Clinging to the past. | |
| As for tomorrow I do believe | |
| this carrousel will pass | |
| beyond the point of no returning. | |
| Good things never last. | |
| An dit makes me sad and just slightly mad! | |
| Am I being overnostalgic? | |
| You' re clinging to the past. | |
| The world today I' m just not so sure | |
| if life' s worth living for. | |
| There were times when I was optimistic | |
| We could have made it last. | |
| But now I' m just so sad | |
| Don' t be desperate don' t be frantic. | |
| I' m clinging to the past. | |
| I' ve got all the love you need. | |
| I could have made it last. | |
| It' s peaceful here and so romantic. | |
| Instead I let it pass. | |
| Now don' t be sad don' t be sad. | |
| Don' t be desperate don' t be frantic. | |
| I' m clinging to the past, | |
| to a dream you thought could come real. | |
| That hope is fading fast. | |
| It' s peaceful here and so romantic. | |
| Yes, I let it pass. Come back and stay | |
| We' ll find a way | |
| Please let me stay! |
| I remember Sundays in the park | |
| Evening prayers in the dark | |
| Sweet dreams of wings of hope | |
| Eyes wide open as a new morning broke | |
| I am desperate and I am nostalgic, | |
| Clinging to the past. | |
| As for tomorrow I do believe | |
| this carrousel will pass | |
| beyond the point of no returning. | |
| Good things never last. | |
| An dit makes me sad and just slightly mad! | |
| In my memories still homeward bound. | |
| Those days were like a merrygoround. | |
| Youth didn' t come to soon. | |
| Sweet temptation sweet perfume. | |
| I am desperate and I am nostalgic, | |
| Clinging to the past. | |
| As for tomorrow I do believe | |
| this carrousel will pass | |
| beyond the point of no returning. | |
| Good things never last. | |
| An dit makes me sad and just slightly mad! | |
| Am I being overnostalgic? | |
| You' re clinging to the past. | |
| The world today I' m just not so sure | |
| if life' s worth living for. | |
| There were times when I was optimistic | |
| We could have made it last. | |
| But now I' m just so sad | |
| Don' t be desperate don' t be frantic. | |
| I' m clinging to the past. | |
| I' ve got all the love you need. | |
| I could have made it last. | |
| It' s peaceful here and so romantic. | |
| Instead I let it pass. | |
| Now don' t be sad don' t be sad. | |
| Don' t be desperate don' t be frantic. | |
| I' m clinging to the past, | |
| to a dream you thought could come real. | |
| That hope is fading fast. | |
| It' s peaceful here and so romantic. | |
| Yes, I let it pass. Come back and stay | |
| We' ll find a way | |
| Please let me stay! |