In the past
Finish last
With an evening song
Night would pass
In the grass
With an evening song
Whisky tears
Vodka fears
In our stupid hearts
Wine would flow
Long ago
With our own false starts
Summer mournings sigh
Bold dark knights will try
In the past
Finish last
With an evening song
Night would pass
In the grass
With an evening song
Now the beer
Makes it clear
It's a hazy month
And the gin
Keeps us thin
In a crazy month
And we're split
Like a castle
In a personal war
And the trees
Chop us three
From our strongheld fort
Summer mournings sigh
Bold dark knights will try
In the past
Finish last
With an evening song
Night would pass
In the grass
With an evening song
