Be Here Dead Poet Society

[Verse 1]
My tongue is on fire
Fresh with the blood of a midnight fight
Please don't explain to me love, life, and bills

[Pre-Chorus]
You don't get it, no you
You don't get it, do you?
You don't get it, but there's blue right above your head

[Chorus]
Oh, oh
Lucky to be here
Clear in the past like glass in the rain

[Verse 2]
Afraid of the wire
And she talks like the sun is the only thing up inside her
Here for a moment, there's nothing down for her

[Pre-Chorus]
You don't get it, no you
You don't get it, do you?
You don't get it, but there's blue right above your head

[Chorus]
Oh, oh
Lucky to be here
Clear in the past like glass in the rain
Oh, oh
Tied into nothing
And we feel nothing less than glass in the rain