the last of his kind
Singer:edenbridge
we did continue and further estrange
and follow the crowd to go down the pan
in the face of reason we fly
never suit the action to the word and smile
and think we are immortal
but only we are rank and file
we hang on you out to dry
he is the last of his kind
we believe we get off lightly
and refuse we're riding for a fall
but our days are numbered
how on earth we missed the final call?
we hang on you out to dry
he is the last of his kind
'cause it is money for old rope
creation's crowning glory
where the ghostship steers
'cause it is money for old rope
creation's crowning glory
we hang on you out to dry
he is the last of his kind
remain in our ivory tower
we were thrown out of gear
and still live in abject fear
on ship of fools aside the bay
not aware we are up the creek
we blot out what is unique