​checking in with the old gang

The way the wind starts to bite us as we step outside
The impersonal pressure of her hand on mine
I know
I know, I know

The way I signal success to you with bright wide eyes
Oh, that you catch a glimpse of in between strobe lights
I know
I know, I know

Do you feel it?
Do you feel it or don't you?
Well I used to, baby
But I'm not sure I still do

Do you feel it?
Do these tired old lies feel true?
Well I used to believe them
But I'm not sure I still do

The way we all find each other as the tempo spikes
And get in line for the bathroom, two or three at a time
I know
I know, I know

In the back of a taxi at the end of the night
Is it love, or inertia, or are we just tired?
I know
I know, I know

Do you feel it?
Do you feel it or don't you?
Well I used to, baby
But I'm not sure I still do

Do you feel it?
Do these tired old lies feel true?
Well, I used to believe them
But I'm not sure I still do

When we were young the future looked so bright
Now that we're closer, we can see that it's on fire
I used to think the best was surely yet to come
And now sometimes I think I'll die before it does

Do you feel it?
Do you feel it or don't you?
Well I used to, baby
But I'm not sure I still do

Do you feel it?
Do these tired old lies feel true?
Well I used to believe them
But I'm not sure I still do