Dive
Michael Ireland, Vincent Caruana
Pull up a seat and dive right in.
Toss one back for our fallen friends.
And we're screamin' long may they last.
Good times we had. They're ours. You can't have em back.
Pull up a chair.
Let me see your face.
Forget the pain of this rotten place.
Now we're screamin'.
Tonight our worries, they're buried.
They're fuckin' dust.
Sometimes we let the cold in.
Now we're freezing in the dead of summer.
When I'm a shattered shell in the morning,
Catch me smiling.
Don't you feel better?
Here's to the fallen, the bruised and broken.
May they never be forgotten.
Hear us calling.
We suffer together.
No one's alone.
Sometimes we let the cold in.
Now we're freezing in the dead of summer.
When I'm a shattered shell in the morning,
Catch me smiling.
Don't you feel better?
