Nostalgia letra

Absorbing your words
Battles raging within me
Absorbing your words
Is gradually tearing my soul in two
There isn't much I could do
Despite my fear it helps to
Share my nostalgia with you

There isn't time to stand still
We are constantly changing
You're draining my will
I find myself rearranging my points of view
There isn't much I could do
Despite my fear it helps to
Share my nostalgia with you

Tomorrow I remember yesterday
Tomorrow, remember yesterday
Tomorrow, remember yesterday
Tomorrow I remember yesterday

Whatever lies in my past
Or what is yet in the future
Time passes so fast
Suppose there's always the danger
I won't pull through
I'll have to think this thing through
Despite my fear it helps to
Share my nostalgia with you

Tomorrow I'll remember yesterday
Tomorrow I remember yesterday
Tomorrow, remember yesterday
Tomorrow, remember yesterday

Tomorrow, remember yesterday...
Tomorrow, nostalgia will lead me away

The Chameleons - Letras

• A Person Isn't Safe Anywhere These Days
• All Around
• Anyone Alive?
• As High as You Can Go
• Caution
• Childhood
• Dali's Picture
• Dangerous Land
• Denims And Curls
• Don't Fall
• Dreams In Celluloid
• Endlessly Falling
• Ever After
• Everyday I'm Crucified
• Free For All
• Here Today
• Home Is Where The Heart Is
• In Answer
• In Shreds
• Indiana
• Inside Out
• Intrigue In Tangiers
• Is It Any Wonder?
• John, I'm Only Dancing
• Less Than Human
• Looking Inwardly
• Love Is
• Lufthansa
• Mad Jack
• Miracles and Wonders
• Monkeyland
• Moonage Daydream
• Music In The Womb
• Nathan's Phase
• Nostalgia
• On The Beach
• One Flesh
• P.S. Goodbye
• Paper Tigers
• Paradiso
• Perfume Garden
• Pleasure And Pain
• Return Of The Roughnecks
• Second Skin
• Seriocity
• Shades
• Singing Rule Britannia
• Soul in Isolation
• Swamp Thing
• Tears
• The Chameleons
• The Fan and The bellows
• The Healer
• Things I Wish I'd Said
• Thurday's Child
• Time The End Of Time
• Tomorrow Never Knows
• Truth Isn't Truth Anymore
• Turn To The Vices
• Up Down The Escalator
• View From a Hill
• Why