The Last Poet - Take That

If I was the last poet left on Earth

Known by all as a man of words

If was the last poet heard by all

They would watch as the silence roars

Got my hands up, oh

Gotta stand up, oh

But for you I can’t find words

But for you I can’t find words

With a broken feather and unused ink

Going crazy trying to translate what I think

When we see something so beautiful

A monastery of light and soul

Stand taller than the high cathedral walls

Got my hands up, oh

Gotta stand up, oh

But for you I can’t find words

But for you I can’t find words

But for you I can’t find words

'Cause for you there are no words

Last poet, last man in this century

To lay down with no sympathy

To put words where they shouldn’t be

The last poet, last man in this century

To lay down with no sympathy

To put words where they shouldn’t be

No, they shouldn’t be

They shouldn’t be there

They shouldn’t be there