Out Of Line Raise your glasses
Think of the times we´ve had
Wash down your pride
Think of all the things
We should have said
We should have siad
Why does it have to end that way?
Every hello means good-bye someday
All precious moments laid to waste
And all the good times washed away
Save up your smiles
Wait for the impending crash
Days will be grey
And nights will be black like cash
So raise your voice
Speak up and make a wish
Yeah, raise your voice
And tell me
What you miss
You´ll dearly miss
Why does it have to end that way?
Every hello means good-bye someday
It seems like nothing´s here to stay
I already miss you, already miss you all today
Think of all the times we had
Think of what we should have said
Tonight is bittersweet, bittersweet
The night is bittersweet, bittersweet
Why does it have to end that way?
(Days will be grey)
Every hello means good-bye someday
Why must we always end that way?
(All laid to waste)
Let´s raise our glasses to decay
C´mon, raise your glass