Crates and Candlelight
Style: Reggae sunshine

[Verse 1]
Booth is cracked but still our favourite seat
bottles empty, stacked up at your feet
crates are piled like years gone by
nobody here would call it beat

[Pre-chorus]
Light comes low through dusty glass
every story starts to pass
and we all lean in close for this

[Chorus]
Holden, light the candles now
raise a glass and take your bow
you're the reason we're all golden
this old room don't care about how

[Verse 2]
Red vinyl split but it still holds tight
just like you do on a rough old night
glasses clinking, nothing planned
everybody's heart feels light

[Pre-chorus]
Light comes low through dusty glass
every story starts to pass
and we all lean in close for this

[Chorus]
Holden, light the candles now
raise a glass and take your bow
you're the reason we're all golden
this old room don't care about how

[Bridge]
Every year stacked like the crates
nothing here depreciates
you make the chipped seats feel brand new
we're glad we never left this place

[Chorus]
Holden, light the candles now
raise a glass and take your bow
you're the reason we're all golden
this old room don't care about how

[Outro]
Same booth, same crooked light
Holden, you make it feel right

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