Heave
Orlando Weeks / Rupert Jarvis / Sam Doyle / William White
Heave another, heave another sigh
We're the last sons
Thought our heads had locked
Heads have parted ways
So headstrong, we're the last sons
Are we so, are we so, are we so, are we so, are we so different
We're night and day, still the same
In the garland frame
Though we left a mark upon a cherub face
Signs of love, waste it all on the young
Are we so, are we so, are we so, are we so, are we so different
Are we so, are we so, are we so, are we so, are we so different