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