A Multiple Party Perspective

Feeling all the words that are spoken,
Lifting up the drunk, and the broken.
May this song let the dead be awoken.
Leave the light on.
Leave the light on.
Now as all the birds begin to linger,
And these strings
Upon my dirty fingers.
Me, and my friends, all a bunch of swingers.
Can you hear me,
Can you hear me.
Not another word,
Don’t you make a sound.
Doin’ all you can just to weigh us down.
Still, we find a way to scream and shout.

Til’ my dying breath, we will sing.
Til’ my dying day, no don’t you lean on me.

This is what keeps my heart beating.
No one can take away this feeling.
If it’s this that they’re stealing.
So call them,
So call them.
You can laugh, and you can taunt me.
I’ll still be here.
Holding up the lonely.
Won’t give in to the bullshit.
When you sing it,
Sing it like you mean it.
Not another word,
Don’t you make a sound.
When i needed you the most you just turned around,
And pretended not to hear me scream.

Til’ my dying breath, we will sing.
Til’ my dying day, no don’t you lean on me.

And i won’t be afraid, you can hate what i’ve made,
And i wont take no for an answer.
So do me a favor.
And walk out the door.
And laugh at me with all your friends.

Now that we are all hear together,
We can dance and sing here
Forever.
Even through the worst of endeavors.

Til’ my dying breath, we will sing.
Til’ my dying day, no don’t you lean on me.