Last Decade Songtext
von 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'll wreck these shores
My pulse has slowed, the air turns 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

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