You stuffed Your pockets full of miracles
Your heads full of scars
Headed for open road
You might make it that far
Lately You've been coming around
Keeping me up, just to put me down
Promises that just don't keep
Raise Your hands
Raise a glass
Stick 'em up for the odds on favourite
Abigail, I believe it's true
Said F*ck it, set the world on fire
We're never going home
And all the plans, all the world
Just burnt down
When history is just a street away
You can think all night, then do all day
And moments, just don't keep
Raise your hands
Raise a glass
Stick 'em up for the odds on favourite
Abigail, I believe it's true
Raise a glass to the odds on favourite
No I'm not done fighting yet