The Most Innocent Times Lyrics

The warmth of the summer has waned

And the fountain's last draughts have been drained

Clouds blot the sky where the birds used to soar

As we find ourselves washed up astray on the shore

'Long a cold and tempestuous sea

When it seemed just yesterday we roamed free

Whiling our hours 'neath the gold southern sun

The days dragged by slow and the summer was young

Now the seasons have changed

See the withered leaves waver and fall

Cherish these, the most innocent times of them all

Here's to the hedonist hijinks we'd make

All our devilish antics and japes

A pint of blood spilt 'cross the road like fresh tar

And a spinal cord wrapped 'round the wheel of a car

And from the sound of them sirens we'd fly

'Mongst the gullies and the grottos we'd lie

Drinking ourselves dumb and splitting our sides

'Till our old men had burnt their rage out on their wives

And when the bastards come crush us

Grind us down 'till we grovel and crawl

Cherish these, the most innocent times of them all

Rebel rousers who now walk the line

And the lucky ones that fate kept behind

The daisy who splayed his legs out on the track

And the mute with the trench coat and gun in his sack

And the seventeen souls that were saved

From the wasteland of echoes we brave

Dreams dashed asunder and sunk in the brine

As the memories fade with the passage of time

And the hands keep on turning

Through the barren seas, for purpose, we'll trawl

Cherish these, the most innocent times of them all

And when the coroner comes a-calling

'Round the scrape what remains off the wall

Cherish these, the most innocent times of them all