Don't think it's all gone to none
Let us dance to the music
Which plays just for us
Kick off our shoes
And in the grass
We'll make our mark
With our arms and palms wide open
We call out to the sky
"To all the mess"
"To all the greatness"
This is us, our ritual of rituals
A celebration of completed chapters
To the book we closed behind us
Dance on the bright, white pages
Dance all night, this new
Untainted and untouched
A chance to create ...again
With you another lasting right.