| All of the widows that autumn grows
|
| So many men, so many rows
|
| It’s pretty scary far as omens go
|
| Less like a warning than an oath
|
| And I’ll walk with you 'till your time
|
| And I will carry you home
|
| And we’ll stay talking through the night
|
| Telling stories like skipping stones
|
| 'Till dawn is a horse that gallops by
|
| Tearing curtains from the world
|
| And in the morning when the sun implodes
|
| We’ll have ourselves a carnival
|
| And all the animals will overthrow
|
| This human mess we’ve cause to grow
|
| So you walk with me 'till I’m tired
|
| And then you carry me home
|
| And we’ll stay talking through the night
|
| Making sense of all our faults
|
| 'Till dawn lifts a voice heard
|
| And you’re thoroughly devoted
|
| And all I’m trying to say
|
| Is don’t you wanna celebrate it?
|
| Don’t you wanna celebrate it?
|
| Oh, and I won’t wait
|
| We’re all trying to celebrate it
|
| We’re all trying to celebrate
|
| What we have today, anyway
|
| We’re all lost |