and with every sunset we're even closer to the day we die, but with every sunrise we are thankful that we're still alive. even though this place is fucked, we'll pick each other up and do it all again. if we find it can't be fixed, at least we had one hell of a time. sometimes it's hard to keep our heads up, but we'll work together, sort it out try to remember, and try to remember why we still wake up. so we'll keep it together just one more night. we'll talk of hope in this town until the morning's light reminds us just how tired we are.
Lyrics submitted by DakotaFloyd