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 its 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 its all problematic from there on, but you already belong.
[Chorus]
It`s gone...all this time we`ve wasted...gone.
Now we fit in.
Turn it turn it up.
You never know if its 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?