When the sun decides to clock out and hit the sack, you know it's time to get cozy. This tune beckons us to embrace the night, stash away our squabbles, and maybe gaze at the moody moon. Our harmonious adventurers are seeking more than just warmth—they're looking for understanding. A plea to Mama rings out: no firearms, please. They prefer not to be another statistic in the hall of infamy. As they listen deeply for the first time, an epiphany hits them with the force of a heavenly chorus. Cue the "hallelujahs"—it's revelation time. There’s nostalgia sprinkled in; they'll miss someone someday but not today. This track is a melodic eureka moment, a declaration of newfound clarity wrapped in night-time serenity, welcoming you to sing "hallelujah" as if channeling your inner choir for the very first time.
