[Verse 1: Belting post-hardcore male lead, raw shouted post-hardcore lead, crashing drums] Seventh grade, behind the gym by the bleachers Hiding from the bell and the sub and the teachers Big Lou had a grin and a hand like a mitt Said we need a handshake and we never quit So we built it all lunch till the whistle went Slap, back-slap, elbow, spin and the bend Then the fake-out, the pound and the salute Fourteen moves and we wore 'em like a suit Did it at the graduation, did it at the cell Did it when he got the job and when his father fell Twenty-five years and we never missed one Every time we met up, every time we were done [Verse 2: Belting post-hardcore male lead, chugging downtuned guitars, louder post-hardcore lead] Then a Tuesday call and the floor went out And the words on the phone I can't say out loud Black suit, front row, and the church too warm And his boy in the aisle in his father's form They asked me to speak and I couldn't get far Said he taught me to drive in his mother's car Said he carried my couch up the stairs in the snow Said he never once left when I told him to go Then I stood at the front with my right hand out 'Cause I didn't know what else this was about Fourteen moves and I'm standing there With my hand in the space and a hole in the air [Hook: Belting post-hardcore male lead, full band, thick bass guitar] Fourteen moves and there's nobody there Hand in the space and a hole in the air Twenty-five years and I can't let go Fourteen moves and the last one's slow [Verse 3: Belting post-hardcore male lead, chug per move, one heavy downtuned chug for every move] Then the boy stood up from the very first pew Walked the aisle like his father used to do Slap, back-slap, and the elbow, the spin Didn't miss, didn't blink, didn't think, he was in Then the fake-out, I swear I heard Lou laugh 'Cause the boy pulled it back like he planned it in half Then the pound and salute, he was crying, so was I And I broke in the church in front of them all And the whole front row came apart like a wall Lou been teaching him the moves in the driveway all July [Final Hook: Belting post-hardcore male lead, full band explodes, post-hardcore raw full voice] Fourteen moves and there's nobody there Hand in the space and a hole in the air Twenty-five years and I can't let go Fourteen moves and the last one's slow [End]
