The record is broken
And the bridge is too
Those maps are burnt
Those strings were out of tune
Remember those meanings
Remember those lines
When the old kick drum was doing just fine
Oh the band was big
And the water wine
The smoke got in your eyes
and you cried blind
Well, the blue ink was poison
And the clouds were too
When it got dark
You got high Marylou
Remember those red moons
Remember that noise
Of those basement bedroom bonfire boys
With their big eyes
And their sharp knives
With their love songs of June
For you