Last Things Last

A patch of red-orange iodine
moves into a clotter sky
Don’t give in just yet
Don’t give in
A group in service uniforms
stand outside a wooden door
She’s laughing, it’s over
Time has been strange
oh…
Last things last is not enough
You can’t accept this
Don’t give in just yet
I hope that last things last
past these first charms,
these pale charms
I hope that last things last,
a hook or a flake
to hold on so you don’t break