Nostalgic Intellect - Peter Bjorn & John

I don’t know where I’m gonna go

Where to run if they drop the bomb

I’ll be gone

So I stay in my hidden shed

Rather extinct than mentally dead

You can’t see what I won’t show

And you keep a knockin' hard

I won’t hear

Cause I’m locking myself

In the old world

Nothings changed on the home turf

And I’m all mixed up in my own words

All tucked up with the same girl

I keep it dignified

Nostalgic intellect

What’s the point with a phone that’s smart

If you don’t have a flexible heart

Beating hard to and fro

If I’m all tapped into the universe

Whatever happens if the universe is cursed

I’ll be damned

You can stand so close but you won’t get near

Cause I’m locking myself

In the old world

Nothings changed on the home turf

And I’m all mixed up in my own words

All tucked up with the same girl

I keep it dignified

Nostalgic intellect

And you cannot save me

With what if’s and maybe’s

I have far to many but’s and why’s to counter with

So I’m locking myself

In the old world

Nothings changed on the home turf

And I’m all mixed up in my own words

Nostalgic Intellect

Cause I’m locking myself

In the old world

Nothings changed on the home turf

And I’m all mixed up in my own words

All tucked up with the same girl

So I’m locking myself

In the old world

Nothings changed on the home turf

And I’m all mixed up in my own words

All tucked up with the same girl

I keep you satisfied

Nostalgic intellect