We Bless This Mess - Friend Lyrics

The ghosts are gone
I can finally see the sky
And I'll never walk alone
I have you by my side

The talks we had
The junk food we ate
At 3 AM
In your Ibiza car

Now the music makes sense
And I can feel it in my heart
The fiddle sings again
And cries in my hands
We speak to the world with the sound

Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh

Now the music makes sense
And I can feel it in my heart
The fiddle sings again
And cries in my hands
We speak to the world with the sound

Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh