The Lost Time

rock, High-energy 90s power rock, overdriven guitars locked to a punchy live kit, male vocals with raspy edge, Verses stay tight in the pocket with palm-muted crunch and octave bass; chorus explodes with wide open chords, stacked gang vocals, and ride cymbal wash, Middle section drops to half-time tom groove then slams back in with a shouted hook and feedback tail, hard rock

[Verse 1] Old posters peeling On my bedroom wall Mixtapes in a shoebox Dust on it all Chain on my wallet Still hangs by the door But the band’s all scattered Like glass on the floor [Chorus] Here’s to the lost time Screaming like we’d never get old Here’s to the lost time Ripped jeans Hearts of gold Turn up the lost time Play it till the speakers explode We were a landslide Crashing in a one-lane road [Verse 2] Drive-thru parking lot Ashtray full of plans You swore we’d hit the big stage I laughed and shook your hand Now I’m stuck in traffic Same town Different day Hear a song that sounds like us Then it fades away [Chorus] Here’s to the lost time Screaming like we’d never get old Here’s to the lost time Ripped jeans Hearts of gold Turn up the lost time Play it till the speakers explode We were a landslide Crashing in a one-lane road [Bridge] Were we ever that loud? Were we ever that brave? Spray-painting our doubts On the overpass grey (yeah) If I could jump that track If I could burn that map I’d meet you where the feedback Never cuts to black [Chorus] Here’s to the lost time Screaming like we’d never get old Here’s to the lost time Ripped jeans Hearts of gold Turn up the lost time Play it till the speakers explode We were a landslide Crashed but we still glow

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