Rich Aucoin - At War With the Cynics (An Opening) Lyrics
Last chance for romanceAnd you're waiting so patiently, it's hard for me to seeYou found your reboundAnd you're waiting so blatantly, it's hard for you to see(Whose kind of a world we live inWhere holding hands makes friendsSee whose kind of a world we live inWhere fiction forms make ends)This could be our last sendOpen out and shout this is our boutOpen out and shout it must be day, dayOpen out and shout this is our boutOpen out and shout it must be day, dayOpen out and shout this is our boutOpen out and shout it must be day, dayAnd every moment, life is beautifully tragicRetrospectively comicMundanely fantasticA mourning moment that reminds us we're livingSo operators can go on givingAnd now is the timeAnd now is the timeSo don't lock me in a canaryEven with a Toronto indie symphonyOur leviathan needs more to swimSo shout out nowAnd end our cynicism