At War With the Cynics (An Opening)

Last chance for romance
And you’re waiting so patiently, it’s hard for me to see
You found your rebound
And you’re waiting so blatantly, it’s hard for you to see
(Whose kind of a world we live in
Where holding hands makes friends
See whose kind of a world we live in
Where fiction forms make ends)
This could be our last send
Open out and shout this is our bout
Open out and shout it must be day, day
Open out and shout this is our bout
Open out and shout it must be day, day
Open out and shout this is our bout
Open out and shout it must be day, day
And every moment, life is beautifully tragic
Retrospectively comic
Mundanely fantastic
A mourning moment that reminds us we’re living
So operators can go on giving
And now is the time
And now is the time
So don’t lock me in a canary
Even with a Toronto indie symphony
Our leviathan needs more to swim
So shout out now
And end our cynicism