Texty: The Casting Out. May I Have This Dance.

This is what it's come to
I don't just get bored
I'm way too tired
To pass the matches baby
And will set this whole damn place on fire

This air is choking
This charade is awfully stifled
And I'm starting to feel youth
Is wasted on the young and idle

Let the Earth stand still
We are unfulfilled
This is our last chance
If not now then when
Raise a glass and let's begin
Like it's our last chance to dance

We've made enough excuses
Told enough white lies
To make us happy
And I am ever ready
To go ahead put all
These sins behind me

These ghosts are vapors
This foundation's worn and rotten
So let's strike it up, let's shake it
Till this world has been forgotten

Let the Earth stand still
We are unfulfilled
This is our last chance
If not now then when
Raise a glass and let's begin
Like it's our last chance to dance

I've been trying
Much too hard
For much too long
Now I'm feeling stupid
I'm feeling old
I'm feeling scarred

Let the Earth stand still
We are unfulfilled
This is our last chance
If not now then when
Raise a glass and let's begin
Like it's our last chance to dance