Beneath the Crimson Dusk

We're lighting up flames, catchin' up again Four mates, we'll spend more than hours to days Just Karl, James, Matt, and Luke We'll laugh and we'll roast, to old times we'll toast And then dive in warmth Rememberin' pub days, as the embers perform Here's to tales spun, of the lads we've become Pass the beer, pass the sauce, under the setting sun Karl's on the grill, James with the tales to spill Matt's got the jokes, Luke's deals the greatest thrill Over sizzling lamb, in laughter we're high The spa's bubblin', mates under the night sky