Текст Shawn Mullins – Patrick’s Song

I had a dream, I was in school
Reading your autograph, pages of green
In seventh grade, now like an epitaph

Alone in your room

But I still can feel you, in a circle of friends
How have you all been? We’d never die
Just go through hell and we group again

So button it down
So the wind won’t blow it all away
And pass it around, like champagne on a holiday