Fallen Kings

Sit down with me, unroll the map
Weigh down the corner with a glass
By the candlelight we’ll try to find
Where we wandered off the path
 
In rainy streets and basement bars;
With poetry and old guitars
We fought our battles, earned our scars;
Gave up our dreams to be what we are
 
We were the Kings of the twilight
The keepers of the song
Pass the bottle and we’ll drink
To heroes dead and gone
 
But now those lonely roads are closed to me
And the load I bear so wearily
So careless then with our fragile dreams;
kings deposed so easily
 
and though time has stripped you of your youth,
and poisoned you with bitter truths
blackened, battered and abused:
the flame still burns inside of you
 
We were the Kings of the twilight:
The keepers of the song
Pass the bottle and we’ll drink
To heroes dead and gone.
 
so if the last days have begun
this one last time, we’ll drink ‘til dawn
so bittersweet, our dreams reborn
in the sacred hours before the day is come

We were the kings of the twilight...