[Verse 1] Another late call Same cheap bar Same haul Stickered case in the back of the van Gas on fumes But we still got plans
[Chorus] I want skin on the stage Not on these screens Sweat in my eyes Not in my dreams Turn that volume past the red Till the doubt falls out my head I want skin on the stage Bones in the sound Lose my voice just to feel this ground
[Verse 2] Feet tap time To a half-broke sign Neon buzz and a crooked door Three kids lined up We still play it like a war
[Bridge] If this roof caves in Let it fall on our chords If this night burns out We’ll still be shouting for more (for more)
[Chorus] I want skin on the stage Not on these screens Sweat in my eyes Not in my dreams Turn that volume past the red Till the doubt falls out my head I want skin on the stage Bones in the sound Lose my voice just to feel this ground
Style of Music
rock, Crunchy alt-rock band energy; overdriven guitars locked with a tight, slightly swung drum groove. Verses stay in the pocket with choked chords and dry male vocals; chorus explodes with wide power chords, shouted gang harmonies, and a lifted overhead snare. Short middle hit drops to bass and vocal before final chorus hits hardest.