Here I'm at the end
And I begin to hope it all
Ends up in a fall
Leave nothing left
And I could just
Melt into the soil
The light and dark are gone
Trading stories and some songs
You came by all right
Let's go get high on the sunshine
Left behind you inside
Gone space we don't belong
Where all is on and fog
Lay in the grass relax
Go get lost in the moonshine
Not going back inside
But look at all we saw
The gaze of gone is all
Could guess no less I left
I'm all lost in the sunshine
F*ck you all gone inside
Come along yeah come along
Singing old time songs
I see your eyes they smile
We're all high on the moonshine
All us all in style
Now I'm at the end
And I begin to hope we all
Meet up once again
We're all that's left
Before we just
Melt into the soil
The space of gone is all
We're gonna ride on the sunshine, moonshine
Everybody in style