A patch of red-orange iodine
Moves into a clotter sky
Don't give in just yet
Don't give in

A group in service uniforms
Stand outside a wooden door
She's laughing, it's over
Time has been strange
Oh

Last things last is not enough
You can't accept this
Don't give in just yet

I hope that last things last
Past these first charms,
These pale charms

I hope that last things last,
A hook or a flake
To hold on so you don't break