It feels like affection, like a drum in the distance,
Like a synchronized question of the heart
Like dawn in the window breaking over our hero,
Washing out every shadow of the dark
Take a drag of addiction to this misinformation
It's that sneaking suspicion that there's more
To this scene than we bargained for

We've got to turn it up
You never know if it's gonna be the last time you tear it up
We've gotta ride this one to watch it in slow motion,
Till slow motion is gone

From the fool in the front row to his favorite zero;
What they tell you don't matter anymore
What you are is magnetic, what they are is dogmatic,
And it's all problematic from there on, but you already belong

[Chorus]

It's goneall this time we've wastedgone
Now we fit in

Turn it turn it up
You never know if it's gonna be the last time you tear it up
You've got some nerve acting any less ecstatic
Turn it turn it up
We've got to ride this one to watch it in slow motion,
Till slow motion is gone, but not forgotten, you know?