i had a dream i was in school
reading your autograph
pages of green in 7th grade
now like an epitaph
alone in your room
with an artist inside of you
you died way too soon
but i still can feel you
warm in a circle of friends
how have you all been
we'd never die just go through hell
and regroup again
sio button it down
so the wind wont blow it all away
and pass it around
like champagne on a holiday
pass it around
theres a lot of love to go around
