Lirik
Something exploded in a back of the basement,
A deafening noise that woke up the parents.
We knew back then.
And with the sound of a cheap drum and an old stereo
Was the best show that nobody saw, still worth the same.
For old time sake,
Before it's too late to remember why we started then.
With only three chords and a head full of dreams,
With only one hope, cheap booze, magazines.
It's all good if it's loud.
For old time sake, before it's too late to remember why we started then.
With only three chords, we did more than we ever thought.
With only bad words, yet it's still living now.
A bunch of sad nerds get to travel the world.
The better things that stayed are friends, laughs, noise in the PA, songs, and love still growing today.
Only memories remain,
For god sake I wish we could cross our paths like we did yesterday
Even at an old time low, keep the highlights, keep the score,
Blow the dust of the picture on the shelf and go.
Written by: Clément Khayat, Jérémy Cheucle, Michael Fargeon, Romain Maitre

