Sails up (woo). The thank you song (sails up). Godfather, Peter [?] (Peter [?]), and his godfather, [?]. To [?], our secret weapon, and [?], our muse. To the playground, the bunker. We're forever grateful. To [?], show 'em how to keep it surreal, man. Mark and Margo, we love you. [?], our new bestie. Helen and Joseph, it is you. To uncle [?] for that old guitar [?], 1935, man. To [?] for the cello, thank you (took the lacquer off that boy). The OG friends who feel like family [?]. To all the insanely generous people [?]. To Mike Posner [?], yeah, thank you for taking us on the road guys. Up in Seattle, [?] For all the curated scraps that got lost in the fabric. [?]. 4 A.M. soundchecks, loving every minute of it. Thank you [?] for getting the band back together. [?] you're our cupids. [?], you're the man. [?], it all started in your basement. to our yoga fam, [?], you rock. [?] all the boys in [?]. Our L.A. fans, [?]. ([?], how are you doing, how are you?) [?] I'm here, we're recording in the back. (Oh, ok, uh [?], said he's ok [?]) Heck yeah. [?] in Pasadena [?]. Down in San Diego we got [?]. Up in San Fransisco [?] up in Portland [?] in downtown Vegas [?] with the new tattoo [?] in Brazil [?] over in NYC. To our London fan, meet you at the bus stop. [?] for giving us that studio juice. [?], we'll catch you upstairs. [?] for your words of wisdom. [?], man, I'll never forget you. The Strokes, [?], all our influences. Queen, Bruce Springsteen, [?], Johny Cash. [?]