Like Dynamite - The Parlotones

Look, look, looking through the telescope

Just to see what the future holds

Shape, shape, shapeshifting calendars

The telescope says it is golden

Follow me, follow me into the future

It’s unknown but its emboldened

The telescope, the telescope is metaphorical

We are, we are dynamite

Who are we, who are we

We are the sha la la la la la

Like dynamite, electric souls

A lightning bolt and a pot of gold

Like dynamite, exploding souls

A lightning bolt and a pot of gold

Whatever happened to the dreamer

The dreamer inside

Whatever happened to the plans

We designed for our lives

We’re guilty of giving up

Now we’re ready to explode

Like dynamite

We imitate animate opportunities

We celebrate like dynamite

Look out, look out

Here comes the daylight

To reveal our tepid lives

Who are we, who are we

We are the sha la la la la la

Like dynamite, electric souls

A lightning bolt and a pot of gold

Like dynamite, exploding souls

A lightning bolt and a pot of gold

Whatever happened to the dreamer

The dreamer inside

Whatever happened to the fantasies

We designed for our lives

We’re guilty of giving up

Now we’re ready to explode

Like dynamite