Born on a tear that seeps from the   dagger-shaped hole in your heart   Wounds that run deep.   Well I'll try to patch them as best as I can.      If the sun melts the black off the street   and the long road home sticks to your feet.   When the music that frees you has   all but been used up, then   I'll sing the last song for you.      I hate to see your heart breaking.   I'll hold it safe in my hands.   I don't know if my words can bind it together,   but that's all I know how to do.   So I'll sing the last song for you.      I ain't got much that I can give you   to keep you afloat   Mumbled comforts are no use for   wrestling demons, I know.      But a lopsided smile   and love-sick recital   might loosen the burden for now.      The penultimate beat of the drum.   When the second-to-last chord is strummed.   And when all of the words    have already been heard   I'll sing the last song for you.   I'll sing the last song for you.   I'll sing the last song for you.   I'll sing the last song for you.