even though he sits on my brain the tip of my tongue i won t say his name i know i ll get carried away it s just too much fun i can t explain there s a million different days i can still remember are there steps that you retrace and everyday i get i get i get this feeling when i wake up i ll still be there i get i get i get this feeling of yesterday i get i get i get this feeling when i wake up i ll still be there i get i get i get this feeling of yesterday memories rush in like a flood they spike up my blood we re lost in new orleans you carried me on back to the bus and then we made love resisting was pointless there s a million different days i can still remember are there steps that you retrace and everyday i get i get i get this feeling when i wake up i ll still be there i get i get i get this feeling of yesterday i get i get i get this feeling when i wake up i ll still be there i get i get i get this feeling of yesterday everything i need in a taxi drifting off to sleep you were all for me yesterday everything i need in a taxi drifting off to sleep you were all for me yesterday i get i get i get this feeling when i wake up i ll still be there i get i get i get this feeling of yesterday i get i get i get this feeling when i wake up i ll still be there i get i get i get this feeling of yesterday
['indie poptimism', 'metropopolis']