The Last Winter Dance Party - Planes Mistaken For Stars

And these walls, they whisper

And these walls, they taunt and they mock

And these walls, they whisper

And these walls, they taunt and they mock and they say

«old man, pack it in, you can’t stay here, but you can never go home again

If not to burn a bridge, if not to bury a friend»

I won’t relent

With blood on my teeth and blood on my hands

It’s my piece mother fucker, and I’m digging in

Because it’s the last winter dance party

You can trade your seat, but you’re still going down

It’s the last winter dance party

Make your peace, because we’re all going down