| Man, I know it has to be good | |
| Moving apart to the woods | |
| Dance words endangered design | |
| Hand moving hit the world twice | |
| Hands, out in this majesty light | |
| Plans, Over then into the light | |
| His whole world she does intoxicate | |
| His own hand lie farther in decay | |
| We're meant to be uplayed (3X) | |
| Bands, down the hall | |
| Don't know they're small | |
| I'm picking out the day | |
| When I will be upstaged | |
| I'm picking out the day | |
| Picking out the day | |
| Bands, large and small | |
| Short and tall | |
| Fall out to their final day (4X) | |
| Lines, too hard to recall | |
| Sing into the wall | |
| ??????????? | |
| When, I get the room I will play | |
| When, they laugh like it is the shame | |
| Friends don't tend to use (4X) | |
| Plans, which have already been made | |
| Advance, 'twards the day after their day | |
| They're making plans for you (4X) |