Lost Horizons
Doug Hopkins
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
Drink enough of anything to make myself look new again
Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves
