He would always carry the strangest things we'd ever seen
And we tried to bury the oldest friend who had no end
And the things he knew was instantly put down to the ground
And then the sun would burst through looming trees
Facing me
And all those old stories come to think of all those lies
And I guess you waited endlessly
Thinking it must pass
Yeah
They'll stare at the lakeshore with black eyes
Like it's a soldier thing
Spring with a prize
Summer's high and wide
In the spit cold
Said he'd traverse the oldest world
Had no end
They'd wait in hunters' walk
Neighbours gone are laughing

I've tried to be handsome
You, I've had enough
Take that, all that life

Take that, all that life
It's a zien- jag
Take that, all that life
you