Plastic Toast
(oooh-oooh) Your silhouette against the concrete beam
A plastic cup, a dry-ice dream
Toasting to a story
you once read
Inside this empty shell,
the words you said
This practice room is cold tonight
But under these rafters we find the light
Raise your glass in the corner of the dark!
We are the fire,
we are the spark!
Dancing in the dust of an empty shell!
(yeah, yeah!)
Heavy soft dynamics in the room
Bass drum shaking away the gloom
You liked the post but you left the stage
Turning the leaf on a yellowed page Raise your glass in the
corner of the dark!
We are the fire,
we are the spark!
Dancing in the dust of an empty shell!
(hey, hey!)
In this empty shell... (oooh-oooh)