The glowing satellite
The Roman candle
The gloves come off and lose their cool
It's getting hard to try
Put back the pieces
The fragments off a broken moon
This is the last one, this is the last one
This is the last one coming home
And all the loneliness
Is hard to swallow
Call your demons into my arms
Lead me down to slaughter
You're awful, kind
Nothing kind can stop a fool from choosing a fool
This is the last one, this is the last one
This is the last one coming home
This is the last one, this is the last one
This is the last one coming home
Crumble in the pocket
A valentine
Terrified to lose it
Terrified to break in two
Wash over me
I want nothing to keep us alone
This is the last one, this is the last one
This is the last one coming home
This is the last one, this is the last one
This is the last one coming home
