I recall once on the church steps

When I moved to kiss your chest

How we paid such close attentionTo each sweet and stuttered breath

I should′ve stopped to paint our picture

Captured honest, pure affection

Just to document the difference

Between attraction and connection

I can see all of my friends

And I break into empty buildings

When the coast was clear

With backpacks full of beer

We'd throw our bottles from the rooftops

At this city, it looked endless

Guess I still don′t see the difference

Between real purpose and that urgent adolescence

And I remember, in a basement

Sharing sweat with all these stranger boys and girls

"We'll change the world," we sang

"We'll change the world"

But nothing seems to change

And they say none of them will listen

But I still see much more power in that basement

Than in heartless politicians

If we get beaten by this winter

If we get strangled by regret

Just let our love of life and tension

Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths

And have them lay us in a basement

Smash some bottles on the ground

And say we couldn′t tell the difference

Between the feeling and the sound

Remember not our faulty pieces

Remember not our rusted parts

It′s not the petty imperfections that define us

But the way we hold our hearts

And the way we hold our heads

I hope they write your names beside mine

On my gravestone when I'm dead

And when we are dead, let our voices carry on

To find a better song

To find a better song and sing along

Sing along