Heave - The Maccabees

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

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

Are we so different

Are we so

Are we so

Are we so

Are we so, are we so

Are we so different