You who brave the storm, the storm so warm, the storm that makes us believe in anything we can
To make us whole, to make us act like we are grown
And from within, through all the sin, it was an act of God we can pay
You signed in blood when you were drunk, so we suggest a silent rage
A roach, a bitter mess
And don't forget to read the book that I was telling you about
So now we stay up late
We have a glass, we have a glass
We have a glass, we have a glass
We have a glass full of lots of birds
We get them down, all down, come on
And make a toast involving love, involving life
We make a quote, a poet's quote that references seasons
I love the seasons
We make a joke, so friggin' funny I think we're out
Alright, let's stay up all night
On this kitchen floor for tomorrow
We can make it out of here
On a rogue
Yeah, no, no, no, no
Da-da-da-da, no-no
No-no
Da-da-da-da, no-no
No-no-no, no-no-no
Oh, da-da-da-da-no
Da-da-da-da
No-no-no
No-no-no, no-no-no



guitar solo
guitar solo