Wolves And Thieves-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 wreck these shores My pulse has slowed The atoms 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 Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh 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 Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh