Grace of the Melody.
And you will bring your brass knuckles,
And I will bring my bare fists,
And We'll dance for New England and nobody else,
But this- is for you and me.
And I go by the grace of the melody;
You swear on the graves of dead relatives,
Never to ever be caught dead dancing with me.
Your name rolls off my tongue.
Thanks for Saturday.
I never had so much fun,
With three dollars, two coffees, and just one set of pretty brown eyes.
And I have always known we'll never see heaven,
But i'll see you again.
And I think you know where, and I think you know when.
Its an hour like last night,
When its right, when you told me to go.
And you stay, so alive on your own fucking viking crusade,
Hardly a harbour you wouldn't invade,
I admire you more with the passing of weeks,
And the passing of nights,
When the final will fly like the fun-
And the respect you desreve,
Was the least that i could oblidge.
And you will bring your brass knuckles,
And I will bring my bare fists,
And We'll dance for New England and nobody else,
But this- is for you and me.
And I go by the grace of the melody;
You swear on the graves of dead relatives,
Never to ever be caught dead dancing with me.
Your name rolls off my tongue.
As for Saturday.
I never had so much fun,
With three dollars, two coffees, and just one set of pretty brown eyes.
And I have always known we'll never see heaven.
But i'll see you again.
And I think you know where, and I think you know when.
Its an hour like last night,
And thats right, when you told me to go.
And you stay, so alive on your own fucking viking crusade,
Hardly a harbour you wouldn't invade,
I admire you more with the passing of weeks,
And the passing of nights,
When the final will fly like the fun-
And the respect you desreve,
Was the least that i could oblidge.
And I will bring my bare fists,
And We'll dance for New England and nobody else,
But this- is for you and me.
And I go by the grace of the melody;
You swear on the graves of dead relatives,
Never to ever be caught dead dancing with me.
Your name rolls off my tongue.
Thanks for Saturday.
I never had so much fun,
With three dollars, two coffees, and just one set of pretty brown eyes.
And I have always known we'll never see heaven,
But i'll see you again.
And I think you know where, and I think you know when.
Its an hour like last night,
When its right, when you told me to go.
And you stay, so alive on your own fucking viking crusade,
Hardly a harbour you wouldn't invade,
I admire you more with the passing of weeks,
And the passing of nights,
When the final will fly like the fun-
And the respect you desreve,
Was the least that i could oblidge.
And you will bring your brass knuckles,
And I will bring my bare fists,
And We'll dance for New England and nobody else,
But this- is for you and me.
And I go by the grace of the melody;
You swear on the graves of dead relatives,
Never to ever be caught dead dancing with me.
Your name rolls off my tongue.
As for Saturday.
I never had so much fun,
With three dollars, two coffees, and just one set of pretty brown eyes.
And I have always known we'll never see heaven.
But i'll see you again.
And I think you know where, and I think you know when.
Its an hour like last night,
And thats right, when you told me to go.
And you stay, so alive on your own fucking viking crusade,
Hardly a harbour you wouldn't invade,
I admire you more with the passing of weeks,
And the passing of nights,
When the final will fly like the fun-
And the respect you desreve,
Was the least that i could oblidge.