At War With the Cynics (An Opening) - Rich Aucoin

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