We are such stuff as things are made on
Inside I'm dressed badly tonight, don't look at me
I read the Earth's future in the mojito grounds
and it ain't looking good

Can you do it again?
I mean fighting... Yeah I know you can
Can you do it again?
I mean believing... Yeah I know you can

Who cares 'bout commas or finding right words
While typing down all of your loneliness
I'm booking a face at that blue social cemetery
I like it, I like it

Can you do it again?
I mean fighting... Yeah I know you can
Can you do it again?
I mean pretending... Yeah I know you can