The Latch Holds
Style: Brass band

[Verse 1]
Someone's tangled paper round the latch
Bright and crooked, nothing to match
Cheap old streamers, torn at the ends
Still they're holding, like all your friends

[Chorus]
Zayd, the horns are calling your name
Every trumpet lit like a flame
Zayd, we're raising cups for you
Nobody plays a room quite like you do

[Verse 2]
Window's rattling, latch holds on
Streamers catching every song
You walk in and the whole place turns
This is the night the brass band burns

[Pre-chorus]
Count it in, let the drum decide
Open the window, let it ride
Something is coming, stand aside

[Chorus]
Zayd, the horns are calling your name
Every trumpet lit like a flame
Zayd, we're raising cups for you
Nobody plays a room quite like you do

[Bridge]
However far this year has strayed
However long the party's stayed
We'll shout it till the candles fade
Glad that you were born, Zayd

[Chorus]
Zayd, the horns are calling your name
Every trumpet lit like a flame
Zayd, we're raising cups for you
Nobody plays a room quite like you do

[Outro]
The latch still holds the streamers tight
We'll hold you just as close tonight

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