Come and hitch a ride Go on outside This is an imaginary line Burning up at night, fire-fight Summoning the will to feel alright Every night, every night Holding out forever Scan the room to see Something there to save us Eventually, eventually Some days I still feel like myself But today I woke up more like you Willing it away, I close the space Is it the more selfish thing to do? Do the words get through? Will this be the last one? Can you speak the last line? Holding out forever Scan the room to see Something there to save us Eventually, eventually Cross it off together Some makeshift galaxy Scrap your plans and trace it out with me Will this be the last one? Can you speak the last line? Caught at the horizon Still photons of light Flash into focus Then endless night Oh, to be the last ones Holding out forever Scan the room to see The axis stands without us Endlessly Hollow days that mark our place And it all comes down The last gasp of echoed sound The last ones The last ones The last one