A Letter to My Old Friend, Daniel
Jan Juránek
Look at us, the two of us
I don't think - I don't think
We were supposed to make it very far
So, look at us now
We roar out songs
We speak the truth even if we hurt
Look at how big our hearts have gotten
Don't tell me that you've forgotten!
Well, you look here and remember this:
I will always wish you luck
And you will always have a spot at my table
Keep that heart big
It keeps the art sick