The Art Of The High-Five

How the brewery lights, they blink at you
From the gardens of Gloucester Avenue
As we sit and talk, and sit and mourn

Me and my friends found common ground
In painkillers, uppers and being down
And how we all just wish we'd found
That someone or something
To miss us when we're sleeping

Their lines make up the maps that guide me home

So will you miss me when I'm sleeping?
Will you pray for me to wake?
Will you admit when you are wrong
And learn from your mistakes?

We are the trees that fear the storm
The bitter thoughts beneath the warmth
I play the lead and it's amateur hour

Come on, prove me wrong, prove me wrong
Prove me... wrong
Does anyone remember laughter?
Does anyone remember love?

Jim taught a world the art of the high-five
He said, "Sit back,
It's OK to kick your shoes off somewhere most times"
Does anyone remember laughter?
Does anyone remember fun?

Come on, prove me wrong, prove me wrong
Prove me... wrong
Does anyone remember laughter?
(Or love?)
Does anyone remember?

So do you remember?
Do you remember?

When you grow up, your heart dies
(When you grow up, your heart dies)
When you grow up, your heart dies

So do you remember?
(So do you remember?)
So do you remember?

When you grow up, your heart dies
(When you grow up, your heart dies)
When you grow up, your heart dies

So do you remember?
(So do you remember?)
How the buildings were painted with rain
On cemetery square

Come on...