"Brightest Days" lyrics

Who the hell are those dudes?
Hear them crying from the rooftops
Pointing shaky fingers at those grizzly bear lumberjacks

Woah (woah)

The hand that binds is the death that tolls
It won't seem long if you don't grow old
The odds are bad so don't look close
Relax it's business unusual

It might seem wrong but feels too right to know
If it don't make sense then just go with the flow

Our brightest days are yet to come
Heads held high
Our brightest days are yet to come

Where the hell are you from?
See them scratching at their eyeballs
Wondering what we're doing and the vibes that we're living on

Woah (woah)

You can't keep down a good death bro
If the casket fits it's time to fold
The odds are shit, the calls are close
I told you it's business unusual

It might seem wrong but feels too right to know
If it don't make sense then just go with the flow

Our brightest days are yet to come
Heads held high
Our brightest days are yet to come
Heads held high

Always moving forward
Eyes wide open
Always moving forward
Don't look back, won't waste my time

We've slept too long, it's time to set these days ablaze
We will burn them all
When the sun comes out it's time to roll me away
We will burn them all

Our brightest days are yet to come
Heads held high
Our brightest days are yet to come
Heads held high