Last Decade - Goldheart Assembly

The dying leaves

Can grip no more

The Eastern breeze

Will steal them all

Take care my love

It’s all too soon

And all you need

Is space and room away from all my harmful ways

But you know I hate half the things I say

Your eyes are bubbles

Made of oil

And when they spill

They wreck these shores

My pulse has slowed

The atoms thin

But on the beach

The sea breathed in

And out and stole our hearts that day

But you know I’d go back but there’s no way

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

This is the Last Decade

Let’s not pretend we’ve changed

Come back home

See how the sun decays

Over our last parade

On our own

Soon there’ll be sleep, no pain

This is our Last Decade

This is the Last Decade

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh