Out Of Line Raise your glasses    Think of the times we´ve had    Wash down your pride    Think of all the things    We should have said    We should have siad       Why does it have to end that way?    Every hello means good-bye someday    All precious moments laid to waste    And all the good times washed away       Save up your smiles   Wait for the impending crash   Days will be grey    And nights will be black like cash       So raise your voice    Speak up and make a wish    Yeah, raise your voice   And tell me    What you miss    You´ll dearly miss       Why does it have to end that way?   Every hello means good-bye someday    It seems like nothing´s here to stay    I already miss you, already miss you all today       Think of all the times we had    Think of what we should have said    Tonight is bittersweet, bittersweet    The night is bittersweet, bittersweet       Why does it have to end that way?    (Days will be grey)    Every hello means good-bye someday    Why must we always end that way?   (All laid to waste)    Let´s raise our glasses to decay       C´mon, raise your glass