KX

Street scarred as the Death Star, one, two, three, four ways to go down
Raindrops fall like H bombs, air raid serenading the crowds

No soft-focus shot in a sepia station
No strings are soundtracking this termination

Of all the places we could find to say goodbye, for the last time
Of all the ways we could have found to say goodbye, for the last time
Of all the places we could find to say goodbye

Immortalise our last rites, coloured Hollywood monochrome
But the final scene is just a bad dream, drowned out by the dead monotone

Of all the places we could find to say goodbye, for the last time
Of all the ways we could have found to say goodbye, for the last time
Remember me any other place but this, for the last time
Remember me any other way but this, for the last time

(Copyright Mark James Pearson)