The Last Of The Real Ones
I was just an only child of the universeAnd then I found youAnd then I found youYou are the sun and I am just the planetsSpinning around youSpinning around youYou were too good to be trueGold platedBut what's inside youBut what's inside youI know this whole damn city thinks it needs youBut not as much as I doAs much as I do, yeah
'Cause you're the last of a dying breedWrite our names in the wet concreteI wonder if your therapist knows everything about meI'm here in search of your gloryThere's been a million before meThat ultra-kind of loveYou never walk away fromYou're just the last of the real onesYou're just the last of the real onesYou're just the last of the real ones(You're just the last of the real ones)You're just the last of the real ones(You're just the last of the real ones)You're just the last of the real ones
I am a collapsing star with tunnel visionBut only for youBut only for youMy head is stripped just like a screw that's been tightened too many timesWhen I think of youWhen I think of youI will shield you from the wavesIf they find youI will protect youI will protect youJust tell me, tell me, tell meI, I am the only oneEven if it's not trueEven if it's not true, yeah
'Cause you're the last of a dying breedWrite our names in the wet concreteI wonder if your therapist knows everything about meI'm here in search of your gloryThere's been a million before meThat ultra-kind of loveYou never walk away fromYou're just the last of the real onesYou're just the last of the real onesYou're just the last of the real ones(You're just the last of the real ones)You're just the last of the real ones(You're just the last of the real ones)You're just the last of the real ones
I'm here at the beginning of the endOh, the end of infinity with youI'm here at the beginning of the endOh, the end of infinity with youI'm done with having dreamsThe thing that I believeOh, you drain all the fear from meI'm done with having dreamsThe thing that I believeYou drain the fear from me
'Cause you're the last of a dying breedWrite our names in the wet concreteI wonder if your therapist knows everything about meI'm here in search of your gloryThere's been a million before meThat ultra-kind of loveYou never walk away fromYou're just the last of the real onesYou're just the last of the real onesYou're just the last of the real ones(You're just the last of the real ones)You're just the last of the real ones(You're just the last of the real ones)You're just the last of the real ones