Go on outside
This is an imaginary line
Burning up at night, fire-fight
Summoning the will to feel alright
Every night, every night
Holding out forever
Scan the room to see
Something there to save us
Eventually, eventually
Some days I still feel like myself
But today I woke up more like you
Willing it away, I close the space
Is it the more selfish thing to do?
Do the words get through?
Will this be the last one?
Can you speak the last line?
Holding out forever
Scan the room to see
Something there to save us
Eventually, eventually
Cross it off together
Some makeshift galaxy
Scrap your plans and trace it out with me
Will this be the last one?
Can you speak the last line?
Caught at the horizon
Still photons of light
Flash into focus
Then endless night
Oh, to be the last ones
Holding out forever
Scan the room to see
The axis stands without us
Endlessly
Hollow days that mark our place
And it all comes down
The last gasp of echoed sound
The last ones
The last ones
The last one
Come and hitch a ride Go on outside This is an imaginary line Burning up at night, fire-fight Summoning the will to feel alright Every night, every night Holding out forever Scan the room to see Something there to save us Eventually, eventually Some days I still feel like myself But today I woke up more like you Willing it away, I close the space Is it the more selfish thing to do? Do the words get through? Will this be the last one? Can you speak the last line? Holding out forever Scan the room to see Something there to save us Eventually, eventually Cross it off together Some makeshift galaxy Scrap your plans and trace it out with me Will this be the last one? Can you speak the last line? Caught at the horizon Still photons of light Flash into focus Then endless night Oh, to be the last ones Holding out forever Scan the room to see The axis stands without us Endlessly Hollow days that mark our place And it all comes down The last gasp of echoed sound The last ones The last ones The last one Explain Request ×
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