Last Days
Always returning
Fighting the same war
Take down the clocks, we'll be here for awhile
Out in the distance
They call for assistance
In the liberty graveyards, they're living in a house of cards
Cut up the mast head
Burn it at both ends
Not really seeing the tables have turned
Now that the first frost sinks in to ice our bones
We know that dreaming an innocent dream won't atone
Like it or not our last days on Earth have come...
Smash the receivers
Rip up and start over
Only to find that the phone lines are dead
Cut up the mast head
Burn it at both ends
Shout through the streets 'the tables have turned!'
Now that the first frost sinks in to ice our bones
We know that dreaming an innocent dream won't atone
Like it or not our last days on Earth have come...
Writer/s: Westwork
