Dancing naked in the forest

A group of friends of all trades

Rubbing each other's backs

Barbecues on chilly spring evenings

Talking about life and death

Admiring the endless light

Listening to Mumford and Sons

Dancing naked in the forest

Pure serenity

Whiskey in a hip flask

Someone takes out a guitar

Someone falls in love

Staying awake until it gets light again

Someone needs to stay sober to get us back home

All good things come to an end

Shattered around the country, the world

We collectively separately think of those times

We all agree

They were good.

But it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time

Didn't I, my dear?