Wounded knee

Drunk and entwined
Along the railway line
Haven't seen you this happy
In a long time
Since the last decade
Seems all the bad bottles finally paid off
Seems all you sad lovers
Gather moss
But the sun is in the bay
Loose on a quiet day

With an indurance of three
I got down on my good knee
Good hand on the wounded
With one sentence i'd destroy it all
But nature cooled it

So call it a draw
You got your teenage memorial
And i got free alcohol
Drunk and alone
On a road called home
The story's old
But i won't let go