I want to talk to her, I get a call from her
I hear that music and I sing along
For all the skulls, they keep on talking
You got a landline but you never call it
It was the first time, you were the punchline
Maybe it could melt in your mouth alright, but
You wonder why you're all alone
You got to figure it out, my

You got to let the good times back into your life
You got to let the good times back into your heart

Oh, Bellesy got wiser than she was before
Saying, just saying till you're nothing much more
Diane left her shadow on the parquet floor
And I'm psychomagic scrubbing it out
All through the timespan, all through the lifespans
We love into the opposites of critical thought
Maybe the engine blow, maybe your mind explode
Maybe you figure it out, my God, my little girl
You got to figure it out, alright

You got to let the good times back into your life
You got to let the good times back into your heart
You got to let the good times back into your
And you got to let the good times back into your
And you got to let the good times back into your
And you got to let the good times back into your heart