(Dan:) While stone wither our hearts beat regular time Well the landscapes don't The rivers flowing by We're just drifting on my long hands to the sky And a captain, oh he is never denied
I heard them singing out from shore, hands at the sides One battle rifle overhead to tear at the sky We're just drifting on my long hair with the flies And the captain, oh he is never denied
(Spencer:) As if you didn't know that it would sting Kissing the beehive And pissing down the mountain side you believe in the rain As if you didn't know that it would sting Kissing the beehive And fucking up your finger from pushing on the ring Sing
(Dan:) Well we lay On frigid shores of light Leaving nothing in his bitter care, oh Something strange It calls tonight Still we leave nothing in his bitter hand, oh
(Spencer:) I wish I could believe in you Crashing all the weddings wearing white We all hate the light lord baby It's all right, it's all right I wish I could believe in who you are You held your cap in the air and you called it a guitar You put your face on the glass and you called it good cinema, oh As if you didn't know that it would sting
Oh, oh, ohhhh
Johnathan, Johnathan Waterfalls are running thin you know Here's a holy grail for you to hold Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
I'm not a wild party I'm just in union at the show Put the ring back on and take your husband home Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
Radio, radio Why did you leave Virginia's side It's an alibi, we all know how the music died Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
Johnathan, Johnathan Waterfalls are running thin you know Here's a finger made from me for you to hold Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
(Dan:) Estranged from the captain's light And his bitter hand Estranged from the captain's light And his bitter hand
Compositores: Dante Nicholas Decaro, Hadji Noah Bakara (da Viper), Daniel William Howard Boeckner, Spencer Krug, Arlen Robert Thompson ECAD: Obra #17881294