A patch of red-orange iodine
Moves into a clotter sky
Don't give in just yet
Don't give in

A group in service uniforms
Stands outside a wooden door
She's laughing, it's over
Time has been strange

Last things first is not enough
You can't accept this
Don't give in
Just yet

I hope that last things last
Past these first charms
These pale charms

I hope that last things last
A hook or a flake
To hold on so you don't break