Don't stop at the top (Don't stop at the top) Touch the sky before you drop (Touch the sky) Not a mountain that's too high To the best time of your life. You never take the easy way The wind is blowing straight into your face You never close your eyes

Just wait 'til I give you a sign 'Cause I get lonesome sometimes Save all the jokes you're gonna make While I see how much drink I can take Then be my mistake Be my mistake Then turn out the light She bought me those jeans The ones you like

So go I know you would not stay It wasn't true, but anyway It's going to take a little time While you're waiting like a factory line I'll fly across the park Backseat on the 79 Wasted days you've come to pass Pollination yellow cab You walk up the stairs

Come on let me hold you touch you feel you Kiss you taste you all night So here I am I'm trying So here I am are you ready I've been here before a few times And I'm quite aware we're dying And your hands they shake with goodbyes And I'll take you back if

If I could change yesterday I would take back the time I gave to you Start over and rise from the black and blue Don't say you're not to blame Don't say you're not the one to blame You dragged me through your darkness to soak up all the rain And don't

Clear that shit. Don't stop until the green is gone and your thumb gets hot. You gotta breath in deep, recollect your thoughts because it's time to take this shot. Raise your drinks, raise your lighters it's about to go down. We can sleep in the morning,

It's been a long time running It's well worth the wait It's the same mistake Does your mother tell you things? Long, long when I'm gone? Who you talking to? Is she telling you I'm the one? It's a grave mistake and I'm wide awake Drive-in's rained out

Seems like lately there's a whole lot of leavin' goin' on I close my eyes and picture you're hand in mine I still hear your voice that takes me back to that time Where I can find a reason to be strong It's pretty cold for late September And autumn wind

Find me out awalkin' time the whistle starts acallin' maybe stoppin' early knockin' at your door. Take so long to answer Lord knows it ain't the milkman would be stoppin' early sellin' door to door. This off'll get the stain out

Memoria, memoria No I don't have a gun As I want you to be And I swear that I don't have a gun Come as you are, as you were As a friend, as a friend As an known enemy Take your time, hurry up