You who brave the storm, the storm so warm, the storm that makes us believe in anything we canTo make us whole, to make us act like we are grownAnd from within, through all the sin, it was an act of God we can payYou signed in blood when you were drunk, so we suggest a silent rageA roach, a bitter messAnd don't forget to read the book that I was telling you aboutSo now we stay up lateWe have a glass, we have a glassWe have a glass, we have a glassWe have a glass full of lots of birdsWe get them down, all down, come onAnd make a toast involving love, involving lifeWe make a quote, a poet's quote that references seasonsI love the seasonsWe make a joke, so friggin' funny I think we're outAlright, let's stay up all nightOn this kitchen floor for tomorrowWe can make it out of hereOn a rogueYeah, no, no, no, noDa-da-da-da, no-noNo-noDa-da-da-da, no-noNo-no-no, no-no-noOh, da-da-da-da-noDa-da-da-daNo-no-noNo-no-no, no-no-noguitar sologuitar solo