[Intro] [Slow acoustic guitar picking, followed by sudden, sharp rhythmic claps] [Verse 1] Two strings in a tavern, a fiddle and a lute, Drinking every cellar dry, shaking every root. We swore a drunken promise when our blood was running hot: To dance across the calendar and give it all we got. No thinking of tomorrow, no saving for the gray, Just one rule for the both of us: we play our lives away. [Chorus] [Tempo explodes, frantic acoustic strumming, stomping feet] So spin the heavy tables round, and pour the ruby wine! We’re stealing every second from the ticking hands of time! Play it fast and play it loud, until the floorboards break, We’ll party till the world goes blind, for the music's bloody sake! [Verse 2] [Tempo slows to a steady, marching folk beat] Decades in the saddle, playing every roaring hall, But the wrinkles catch the corners, and the shadows start to fall. The knees are getting heavy, and the breath is getting short, But we curse the dying embers, and we hold the final fort. We swore we'd die in glory, choking on a final cheer, We’ll outrun the Reaper's scythe with one more barrel of beer! [Chorus] [Maximum energy, flamenco clapping, soaring vocal harmonies] So spin the heavy tables round, and pour the ruby wine! We’re stealing every second from the ticking hands of time! Play it fast and play it loud, until the floorboards break, We’ll party till the world goes blind, for the music's bloody sake! [Bridge] [Music shifts to a slightly darker, slightly exhausted rhythm] We threw the grandest festival, a legendary night, To drink ourselves into the grave and vanish in the light. But the vintage tasted bitter, like a tale we’ve told too much, The magic of the madness lost its devastating touch. We couldn't reach the glorious end, the fire wouldn't spark, Just two old fools who couldn't keep the rhythm in the dark. [Outro] [Music strips down to a gentle, solitary acoustic guitar] We slipped beneath the table, fast asleep upon the floor, Too tired for the dying gasp, too weak for any more. Did we waste a lifetime running from the ticking clock? We faded out not with a bang, but snoring on the block. But side by side we slumber, and the morning sun will gleam, On a world we left much brighter... just by playing out a dream. [Fading acoustic strum, faint sound of someone snoring]
