i had a dream i was in school reading your autograph pages of green in seventh grade now like an epitaph alone in your room with and artist inside of you you died way too soon but i still can feel you warm in a circle of friends how have you all been we d never die just go through hell and re group again so button it down so the wind won t blow it all away and pass it around like champagne on a holiday pass it around there s a lot of that to go around