"Festival Thyme" lyrics - ...AND YOU WILL KNOW US BY THE TRAIL OF DEAD

Well it turned out rain
Festival thyme
Shagging again in this bed next to me
Walked out then
Happy and I don't know why
And I caught a refrain of a strained melody
Like a pained memory

Living on some kind of
Looking glass eye
Searching for comfort in faces
We never find

Now if I had my way
We'd be drunk for the rest of our lives
And where we'd be today
End in strange destinies

Lost on this end
Of festival thyme
We'd meet again and again
But friends, we'd never be
But friends we'd
Never be

Searching our conscience for a
Voice in the wild
Thought it'd be lost here
The rest of our festival times