after our third round of pouring whiskey down the barrel of our guts and I grabbed hold of your hand. We’re up and we’re out and we’re yelling through the streets and I’m out of my fucking mind
And I know you’re next to me but I must confess what’s in my head.
Keep pumping now, legs to beat the ground, and our hearts to beat the band.
The sky’s on fire again. Run down this alleyway.
Lightning bolts again and we become fireflies just flashing at the air.