The Tunnel Kings
Текст песни A Few Weeks Of Early Summer

We refused to let the night die. Blacked out the windows, locked out the sunlight. We spent a few weeks of early summer high as hell and wanting answers no one really had. We drank until we forgot the days, we were sad because the people we admired were sad.

And we can't sustain for much longer
But we can push the borders
We can slip away

I always feel guilty on these nights. Cuz you're more talkative when you've got a few beers inside you. And part of me likes you better with your guard down. And before you're born your father shoots you out in perfect ghost form and its all downhill from there.

And we can stay up all night at a mutual friend's and I'll fall asleep with a spinning head and the smoke'll escape our mouths like our spirits when our lives end. Maybe this is as good as it gets.