'Cause every little bit counts
Sometimes in death and disorder
You look for shooting stars
In the reflection of the water
And you open the gifts that you didn't expect
On the birthdays of the dead friends that are stuck in your head
Like love, and hugs and songs and rage
And the keys that you needed to unlock your heart's cage
The ability to put the pen back to the page
The heat beneath your feet to propel you on stage
The beat that completes your shit these days
Yea the beat that completes your shit these days
(The beat that completes your shit these days)