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