This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Watch that movie.
Watch it.
Watch it.
Watch me.
Found me bottom-up, bottled-up, and refused since eye-ope.
But, he saw a suck, picked me up, and my spirit poured.
We lived mouth to mouth, mouth to south, hands around my neck.
Until shake to shout, shattered 'bout passed-out.
Lost count somewhat.
But, I could feel that call.
And where else could I go?
He said I had special powers, and saved my pitiful life.
Watch that movie.
Watch it.
Watch it.
Watch me.
Found him there that night, last in line of a trail of bottles.
Dying soldier who only slew the much weaker ones.
I stood there blinking, there drinking in the weight of the moment,
And cupped my hands to hold the last drops and thought,
“Should I make that call?
“Should I let time go?
“Should I call upon all my powers and save his pitiful life?”
The lights: midnight fluorescing.
Location: out-skirts and down.
And time's suspending.
I make that call,
That call,
That call, that call, that call, that call.
Watch it.
Watch it.
Watch me.
Found out that he did, finally did do it: drowned his sorrows.
Six years down I can't, still I can't dilute the thought:
That I'd bet there was someone there, a head clearer than mine was,
Who said “You're just an empty beer bottle, bottle, bottle, bottle,”
And never made that call.
Took the chance to go.
She knew she had special powers, and saved her pitiful life.
Watch it.
Watch it.
Watch me.
Found me bottom-up, bottled-up, and refused since eye-ope.
But, he saw a suck, picked me up, and my spirit poured.
We lived mouth to mouth, mouth to south, hands around my neck.
Until shake to shout, shattered 'bout passed-out.
Lost count somewhat.
But, I could feel that call.
And where else could I go?
He said I had special powers, and saved my pitiful life.
Watch that movie.
Watch it.
Watch it.
Watch me.
Found him there that night, last in line of a trail of bottles.
Dying soldier who only slew the much weaker ones.
I stood there blinking, there drinking in the weight of the moment,
And cupped my hands to hold the last drops and thought,
“Should I make that call?
“Should I let time go?
“Should I call upon all my powers and save his pitiful life?”
The lights: midnight fluorescing.
Location: out-skirts and down.
And time's suspending.
I make that call,
That call,
That call, that call, that call, that call.
Watch it.
Watch it.
Watch me.
Found out that he did, finally did do it: drowned his sorrows.
Six years down I can't, still I can't dilute the thought:
That I'd bet there was someone there, a head clearer than mine was,
Who said “You're just an empty beer bottle, bottle, bottle, bottle,”
And never made that call.
Took the chance to go.
She knew she had special powers, and saved her pitiful life.
Lyrics submitted by TS-
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