Hard to put into words
Why it feels cursed
But something hurts
And everybody gets a turn
To realize what doesn't work
But if you heard an overture
That lifted you from where you were
Could you believe in something new
Echoing through the avenues?
Maybe the only cure, it is a chemical
Here's to hoping it works
And for a little more
Here's an overture
How we gonna get back to the good times?
How we gonna get back to the place where we felt so alive?
How we gonna get back to it?
And when it gets too big to try fix it on your own
In every crowded room you find that you are all alone
All of them are swimming and you're sinking like a stone
And every song you hear is just a version of the old
Maybe the only cure, it is a chemical
Here's to hoping it works
And for a little more
Here's an overture
How we gonna get back to the good times?
How we gonna get back to the place where we felt so alive?
How we gonna get back to it?
Out in the crowd there is just one pulse
It beats to the rhythm of the kick drum
Everyone shouting loud in one voice
Here's to making new noise
Out in the crowd there is just one pulse
It beats to the rhythm of the kick drum
Everyone shouting loud in one voice
Here's to making new noise
Maybe this is all there is
This is how we get back to the good times
This is how we get back to the place where we felt so alive
This is how we get back to it
Here's to making new noise
Here's to making new noise
