I was just an only child of the universe, and then I found you, and then I found you. You are the sun and I am just the planet, spinning around you, spinning around you. Now I tell God to be true, gold-plated, but what's inside you, but what's inside you? I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you, but not as much as I do, as much as I do. Yeah, cause you're the last of a dying breed, running ames in the wet concrete. I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me. I'm here in search of your glory, there's been a million before me, that ultra kind of love you'll never walk away from. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision, but only for you, but only for you. My head is stripped, just like a spool that's been tightened too many times, when I think of you, when I think of you. I will shield you from the waves. If they find you, I will protect you, I will protect you. Just tell me, tell me, tell me, I, I am the only one. Even if it's not true, even if it's not true. Yeah. Cause you're the last of a dying breed, running ames in the wet concrete. I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me. I'll be here in search of your glory. There's been a day in my phobie. That holds my kind of love you'll never walk away from. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the beginning of the end. Oh, the end of infinity with you. I'm here at the beginning of the end. Oh, the end of infinity with you. I'm done with heaven dreams. The things that I believe for. But you trade all the fear for me. I'm done with heaven dreams. The things that I believe. But you trade all the fear for me. Cause you're the last of a dying breed. Running into the wet concrete. I wonder if your therapist knows. Everything about me. I'll be here in search of your glory. There's been a day in my phobie. That holds my kind of love you'll never walk away from. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones.