[ Featuring the Folly ]
We're taking it back, calling it scratch, and starting again.
Lessons learned, the lyrics burned (are we at the beginning or nearing the end?)
A song about your brother or is it another story to tell?
Are we stuck inside this carousel?
So get comfortable cause we're staying a spell.
Locked inside the old routine,
Back when it used to mean something.
Hopeful dark ink, spread on its brink, could prove itself
But these rhymes they don't catch themselves
So get comfortable
Just let the music take its hold
Sound the shot into your emotion
Starting the spark, connecting your notion (Whoa)
Sounding out to reciprocate the feeling of this place.
You used to sit now you stand, so come on and dance
One more time, one more step, one more chance til there's nothing left
So kick it up loose you're not one to lose
Come on and take a stance this is our last dance
Our last dance
Our last dance
