I'd catch a grenade for ya...

I feel hope.
I can feel it within my grasp...so close, it's like a thin film separating me from life.
it's the thin film that has been reinforced every day by my own blindness...until now.
something changed. I'm not sure what.

maybe it's because one of my close friends is pregnant. and I feel the need to be strong for her.
maybe it's because my phone just lit up two seconds ago saying I have a text from a dear old friend, Alma.
maybe it's because I just got a promotion.

but I can feel it...it's so close. I just have to reach out and break that film...



So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways, all my underdogs
We will never be, never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty, dirty little freaks
Won't you come on and come on and
Raise your glass!
Just come on and come on and
Raise your glass!