Lyrics:

Hold on to your gin,
Piece together all these dreams that made sense on a whim,
We’re all lost in the grid,
Showing off the keys knowing they’ll never let us in.

And you might die here, that’s alright – many men before you did & they all saw the light,

Yeah if you die here, that’s just life – one does not come without the other, loving brother; use it as you like.

Call this what you will,
Or call it nothing, just get on cause’ fretting makes you ill.
No-one looks the part,
Quite like a stern believer in the need to have a heart.

So have you had a heart today? Did you help out with your hands?
Not just promising to pray – not just watching as it lands,
And then once we build it back – do not thank the intervention,
When you know it wasn’t that it was too many hands to mention…

We might die here, that’s alright – many men before us did & they all saw the light,

Yeah if we die here, that’s just life – one does not come without the other, loving brother, use it as you like.

Use it as you like.
Use it as you..