Raise our bottles to the purple night We'll bend these floorboards weighed down with our voices. Shout the doors wide open fling the windows up erupt into the streets we know then fade and dissipate-- embers, sparks and cinders, each and every one of us. A fireworks display-- a winter's day in negative.
Let's cross these longneck bottles, flashing foaming glass Excaliburs, and pour our frothing voices 'cross these seething summer streets; boiling over, burning out.
The snows are coming soon enough to spread out half a year between our memories and this night. So let'*******our glass Excaliburs and join our ragged voices to the night while records spin.