[Vocal: raspy Irish-accented male, story in the verse, belt on the hook] [Intro – fiddle over acoustic guitar downstrokes and bodhrán | no vocal, live room] (steady) [Verse 1 – storytelling walk, dry and close | acoustic guitar, low accordion, fiddle answers line-ends] (steady) We left the first house with the glass still kind Rain on the collar, jackets half-on Somebody swore there was better wood Three streets over if the shortcut held The long way laughed and took us anyway The pavement loud, the next door lit [Chorus 1 – gang on raise it twice, still enjoying it | full folk-punk bed, fiddle and whistle up] (full) Another door, another glass We take the room, we let it last Pour it honest, raise it twice Same thirsty crew The night is open and we're still in it [Verse 2 – one street mess, then they move | snare a step harder, mandolin chop] (steady) We bought a round for a table that wasn't ours They raised them anyway, so it counted Lost him at the corner to a streetlight Found him lecturing the pole about weather He said the next house had a better tap We believed him and that was enough [Chorus 2 – same melody, more throats | gang thicker, accordion stabs wider] (full) Another door, another glass We take the room, we let it last Pour it honest, raise it twice Same thirsty crew The night is open and we're still in it [Instrumental – reel break, no lyric | fiddle lead, tin whistle harmony, bodhrán and snare locked, same pocket] (steady) [Verse 3 – last door, still fun | denser bed, vocal pushes] (full) Last call made a speech we didn't hear The bolt on the door was only a rumor We knocked like rent was late and the wood gave in Somebody started a song with no known words Everybody finished it wrong together The glass came back and we drank it anyway [Chorus 3 – unhinged occupancy | gang almost covers the lead, whistle on the melody] (intense) Another door, another glass We take the room, we let it last Pour it honest, raise it twice Same thirsty crew The night is open and we're still in it [Bridge – someone asks if this is the last | drums drop four lines, then snare returns] (building) If the morning wants us it can wait in line The street still knows the shape of this crew Somebody asked if this was the last We pointed at the next lit door [Final Chorus – maximum gang, whistle on the hook | full bed] (intense) Another door, another glass We take the room, we let it last Pour it honest, raise it twice Same thirsty crew The night is open and we're still in it Raise it twice — Raise it twice — We're still in it [Outro – intro fiddle figure smaller | band thins to guitar and fiddle, hard stop] (locked) Raise it twice
