Godspeed

We got everything we asked for

and the host had gone to bed

and the ringing in our ears was the last thing that he said.

And we throw it all away

and it's raining from above

and I raise an empty glass to everyone I ever loved

At the daylight saving celebration vanity fair.

And you blame the bastard child

and you blame your fickle friends

and you blame the Easter mornings for how good things always end

So won't you celebrate me now?

I have all the things I need

and I've nothing left to give you so to you I bid godspeed

At the daylight saving celebration vanity fair.