Текст песни
Grass-stained jeans and make-believe
The smell of sidewalk chalk washed clean
We put the radio in the window
Forgotten hits of summer played for scraped elbows
When fathers were still villains or heroes
Ash-stained jeans and gasoline
The smell of stolen tobacco leaves
We watched machinery reduce to rust
In the endless forest we loved so much
When an acre of weeds was Narnia
The radio sang something sweet
About growing up and finding peace
Here I am, decades deep
I'm all rust and weeds and goddamn mean
The lights that blind grow dim with time
Till all that's left
Is an afterlight of a distant life
You'll soon forget
It glows and gutters with the dead sunset
Blood-stained jeans on trampolines
The smell of summer's end and cheap whiskey
Lying buzzed beneath the stars
We immortals destined to fall apart
When meager memories turn mighty
And break your heart
The radio sang something cruel
About never forgetting your roots
These brittle branches are all I have left
The rest glows and gutters with the dead sunset