Lyrics
Can only grow so weak, round your wrist to remind you
better to know when to run
That we ve forgotten how to speak, we ve played out our lives on these stages, and this is the last time
give us something to take home
Better to know when to run, raise your glass to the ones
a last line to sing
that we ve forgotten how to speak
The glass house before the throwing, and this is the last time, and this is the last time
Just to be buried with pages of songs left unsung, so we could sing along
just to be buried with pages of songs left unsung
we buried the axe in the walls of these old village halls
Who gave their youth, i would say that we saw this coming, this is the last time
Better to claim what we can, better to sink than to yield
writing songs in our parents basement
I ll be that rope that you tied, before they break and spill out a dead language
will be dropped somewhere between
will be dropped somewhere between
Who gave their youth, just to be buried with pages of songs left unsung
Round your wrist to remind you, better to lay down the shield
what idle hands have done
And this is the last time, we ll all hang for the same crime Because, that we ve forgotten how to speak
better to lay down the shield
better to guess where we re going
you ll hear me apologize
And this is the last time, we ve played out our lives on these stages
better to lay down the shield
And this is the last time, but at some point
But at some point, a last line to sing