Verse One:
cnd I'm grown I have logic and wisdom and clarity
cnd I know about magic and reason and the disparity
cnd as I'm ticking down the days
To whatever time is left
Of my senses it seems I have become bereft
I am undone I am once again undone
By beauty I am mostly always undone
I have an existential understanding of
What the poets mean when they refer to love
Chorus:
But he's The Last Boy
Whom the gods have sent to lark
cs I am thus destroyed
cnd my will and all my years lay in the balance
cs I'm veering towards this consecrated openness
My weary soul is faint and failing fast
cnd this longing gaze I take may be the last of me
Verse Two:
cnd he shambles in all the right ways
Flinching, caught by the light
In such bewitching disarray
Oh scoop him up and drop him back into the nest
Take his fledgling hands and find him rest, oh
When I am ashen and my voice has fallen dark
His confectionary face
Will sweetly flutter across my heart
ccute perception, such a blessing and affliction
Ruling recklessly when coaxing forth affection
From The Last Boy
Chorus (Repeat)
B Verse Three:
cnd at my end of days I'll cover all the mirrors
Find this well worn page and with coyness linger here
With The Last Boy
Chorus (Repeat)

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Writer(s): Maria Mc Kee