I will take you through the night
This is where I used to stay
Before reality awakes
We will change up to stay late
Watch the movies and the games
Listen to the Microphones again
(Listen to Bob Mould sings his pain)
Hours laughter and debates
I will try my best to say
Everything I really care
I will let you end this night
In the way you always want
There’s no one will be left
In return you’ll hold my hand
In return you’ll take my pain
In return you’ll hold me back
In return we’ll see the end