The last horizons i can see are filled with bars and factories
And in them all we fight to stay awake...
Drink enough of anything to make this world look new again
Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves
She had nothing left to say so she said she loved me
I stood there grateful for the lie...
Drink enough of anything to make this girl look new again
Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves
Turn summer trees to bones and ice
Turn insect songs against the night
With words we build and words we break
I'm drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves...
maybe I could use you to reassure myself
i wouldn't wish this indecision on anybody else
drink enough of anything to make this world look new again
and when the sun smiles how could it be wrong
the last horizons I could see are now resigned to memories
i never thought i'd still be here today
>Drink enough of anything to make myself look new again
Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves