Lyric

One take. One breath. One last spark

Brass up—lights up—MOVE!

I hit play and I don’t know why

But my ribs start drumming like streetlight sirens

Someone’s always faster, prettier, new—

But nobody wears my scars like I do

So I lace up my grin with a cracked-out shine

Skanking through the dark on a midnight line

If my heart starts breaking, don’t stop the band

Paint the pain in gold with a horn in hand

BRASS CAN’T CRY! (BRASS CAN’T CRY!)

SO WE DANCE! (SO WE DANCE!)

Tears in the throat, but the beat says “ADVANCE!”

BRASS CAN’T CRY! (BRASS CAN’T CRY!)

SO WE DANCE! (SO WE DANCE!)

Smile like a fist—kick the night out of stance!

If you feel that burn, shout the code with me:

CIRCLE PIT! CIRCLE PIT!

He walked in weak but his voice hit steel

Like thunder wrapped tight in a velvet reel

No second chances—still he went all in

Spit vodka fire with a wicked grin

Now years roll forward, the crowd still stays—

We’re singing to the future from yesterday

They said “it’s over,” but the horns said “NO,”

When the body fades, the song still glows

Hands up—hold the line—

Every lonely room becomes a shoreline

If you miss somebody, don’t drown—MOVE!

Turn grief into motion, let the brass approve

(Whispers to shout)

Not a rockstar—a living flare

Not a goodbye—a riot prayer

BRASS CAN’T CRY! (BRASS CAN’T CRY!)

SO WE DANCE! (SO WE DANCE!)

Heart in pieces, but the horns still romance!

BRASS CAN’T CRY! (BRASS CAN’T CRY!)

SO WE DANCE! (SO WE DANCE!)

Forever in the air when the snare hits—BAM!

If you feel that burn, shout the code with me:

CIRCLE PIT! CIRCLE PIT!

If it hurts—good

That means you’re alive

Now dance