Last Perfect Thing - Wire Train

We could make cathedrals of shipyards

Pay our penance in tattooes

Never is a common place position

Seventeen are the shades in the sky of cold

Nebraska blue

She can make the flowers smell like heanven

We watch the box cars as they unload

We were laughing

Who`s the train was

Mornings come

Undone

In the last perfect thing

In the last perfect thing

In the last perfect thing

The bells ring

Days change

And I awake

The last perfect thing

We could steal the keys to the church

Tell Virgina we were bored

She can make the flowers smell like heaven

We saw the fire on the field that night

With a great and moving passion

Evenings come

Undone

Make it seem like

Make it seem like

Make it seem like

We were really there

In the last perfect thing

In the last perfect thing

In the last perfect thing

The bells ring

Days change

And I awake

The last perfect thing

In the last perfect thing

In the last perfect thing

In the last perfect thing

The bells ring

Days change

And hide away

The last perfect thing

In the last perfect thing

In the last perfect thing