High Tide, Last Stand Lyrics & Chords By Big Big Train

Last stand, flyblown
when did we grow old
when did we learn that
in every goodbye there
is a scene of death.

None of the old rules apply,
we're into the not knowing.

Red curved roof
now shedding its tiles.
It's over.

Footnote, endpiece
how did we get here
when did we learn that
in every goodbye there
is a scene of death.