Jones Beach - Gatherers

Pulled an all nighter with the good old boys, with a turn of the key we took

over the world and we drove straight through the island.

Pulled out the cork just to empty the wine.

James didn’t care how we ended that night.

No, we’re not ever stopping.

Let the tank run empty.

You won’t take this from me;

Nothing ever compares to the nights that we felt

alive.

Its been so long since that Long Island sunrise.

Desperate to find the words to keep us alive.

Closer to death than ever before.

Grandfather’s whiskey to keep us warm.

We’re four fucked boys in plastic doors.

Basic pawns at the end of the world.

We’re kings amongst the damned, beggars and sinners.

Scraping at our pennies just to pay for our dinner.

Spending all my days with the film school crew, I heard about your family,

the shit your going through.

It seems bad.

At least you’ve got a good girl who will see you through.

I cant do much, good luck to you.

Keep your head up hide though your hearts in the ground.

I’ll give you a call the next time I’m around.