Boxers - Matthew Ryan

All is well

All is well

Can`t you tell?

Can`t you tell?

We sit in parked cars with exhaust from our pipes

It`s too cold for the cops tonight

Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh Oh oh

I love you all with all my guts

And even still it`s not enough

We drink our whiskey in pints at the bar

We sigh and shiver under miserable stars

And we say hey

How do you say goodbye?

To a dream that just won`t die?

Is it a feeling or is it a lie?

They kicked us out tonight

All our heroes had no choice

Some busted chords and a broken voice

A song of justice is no soaring wind you`ll hum

It`s a faraway dirge that might never come

Till we say hey

How do you say goodbye?

To a dream that just won`t die?

Is it a feeling or is it a lie?

You`re a boxer against the ropes

And there`s blood running down your throat

But this is the fight you chose

Here we go