Goldheart Assembly
Last Decade
The dying leaves can grip no moreThe eastern breeze will steal them all,Take care my love, it's all too soonAnd all you need is space and roomAway from all my harmful ways,But you know I hate half the things I say.Your eyes are bubbles made of oilAnd 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 decaysOver our last paradeOn our own,Soon there'll be sleep, no painThis is our last decade, This is the last decade.
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