Out Of Line Raise your glasses Think of the times we've had Wash down your pride Think of all the things

We should have said We should have siad

Why does it have to end that way? Every hello means good-bye someday All precious moments laid to waste And all the good times washed away

Save up your smiles Wait for the impending crash Days will be grey And nights will be black like cash

So raise your voice Speak up and make a wish Yeah, raise your voice And tell me

What you miss You'll dearly miss

Why does it have to end that way? Every hello means good-bye someday It seems like nothing's here to stay I already miss you, already miss you all today

Think of all the times we had Think of what we should have said Tonight is bittersweet, bittersweet The night is bittersweet, bittersweet

Yeah

Why does it have to end that way? (Days will be grey) Every hello means good-bye someday Why must we always end that way? (All laid to waste) Let's raise our glasses to decay

C'mon, raise your glass