Reverbs through the stone Frequencies of ancient ruins playing Eons into the future they’ll hear us playing Language gone but what we’re saying is All this noise was us We existed We breathed We survived till we were antiques In the future, beyond our times, we wonder about what they’ll find What kind of noise is this what music was made? If this music is played You’ll know It’ll show We hope All this noise was us All this noise was us Archeologists dig down where great cities once stayed Imagine back then the great bands and musicians that played Thinking their music would echo across the world for all eternity But sound evaporated into the air and became ancient history All this noise was us We existed We breathed We survived till we were antiques In the future, beyond our times, we wonder about what they’ll find What kind of noise is this what music was made? If this music is played You’ll know It’ll show We hope All this noise was us All this noise was us When the ones who remember are forgotten When the ones who laid a rose upon the grave are in the grave When the cities we know and cultures we follow fade away When now turns to way back when, what then We’ll play so loud it stays in walls (all this noise was us) We’ll party so hard they’ll hear about it all (all this noise was us) Don’t forget about me (all this noise was us) Don’t forget about me (all this noise was us) All this noise was us all this, all this, all this (All this noise was us) We danced, we shouted, we screamed Was it all real or just a dream?
