Best Night Of The Night - Banquets

Brother carried me home

Shed some light, share some lows

We don’t speak

It’s on my chest like the weight of a common cold

Small town, smaller breeze

Perfect sons, perfect thieves

The elder hope, while the younger will dream

Come apart at the seams

Pause, lock, step for the one day we’ll be

Comatose, comatose

Give me drunk on a Saturday

Give me someone I wanted to leave

I slurred the speech

Watched my loves come and go

Still bound by no talk, small talk, please

Open me up, force me to speak

We just miss the beat and tune

Step around words, and time, we grew

Apart like brothers shouldn’t do

Keep quiet, honest I’ll be

Your scapegoat from the early days

Better man, better than me

Still silent, tattered and torn

Half distant, door-step to door

One day we’ll be a little more

Blood lost in line, the best nights are night that I remember when we were alive