The Black and the Red Lyrics

This life is what you make it,
This life is what you make it
Got a phone call from you,
I was sleeping, and you were half-drunk
I almost fell to the floor
As I answered the phone
You said you nearly hung up,
I'm glad that you called
And I'm glad I was home
Good to know you're still alive
Traded heartache, stories and laughter
For the rest of the night
And you told me how your life is now
That you steal everything you need
And you're makin' your own history
Under a flag that's black and red
Clasp my hands in the shape of an island
Around the back of your neck
Whisper stories right into your ear
I'm sure you'd rather forget
About when we were young,
And when we were dumb
Times when we'd sleep all day long
And wake just in time to see the sunset
And stay out until it was dawn
And it's funny how our lives are now
We still steal everything we need
And we're makin' our own history
Together, under a flag that's black and red,
Black and red
This life is what you make it,
This life is what you make it,
This life is what you make it,
This life is what you make it.