Last Song

A steady whirlwind, a little girl is twirling but i don’t think she’s got her teddy near,
A silent sea in a crazy breeze is teasing but i don’t think i really want to be here.
And I see you suffering....
And i see you wandering....oh
A streaming beaming of accidental leaning but i don’t think she’s got much longer to fear...

Love don’t come easy but who would rather be me inside the current set of sad affairs,
Letting the bygone’s of unrelenting pylons take charge of something that is not really there.
Let me be the prodigy....
Let me be the man i see....oh
Looking reflects all the dialects are missing but when you’re kissing please don’t let me be near...

Somebody, somebody set my soul on fire once again...
Somebody, somebody let my soul desire rise again,
My soul desire rise again, my soul desire moving on..... this is your last song...

Intoxicating is accidental waiting in lines of games that we don’t want to play,
Inferiority complicating stories can lead a mannered man to go well insane.
In a sea of gossiping....
In a sea of enticing....oh
Internal bleedings and patronizing readings will mean that things will never be quite the same.

Somebody, somebody set my soul on fire once again...
Somebody, somebody let my soul desire rise again,
My soul desire rise again, my soul desire moving on..... this is your last song...

Changing the reasons of ordinary seasons splash a new colour on the canvas of you,
Cementing missions of concentrate ambitions can hide a home when all you change is the view.
Can you see what’s happening....
Can you see what I can see....oh
Converse conditional isn’t so traditional but the lyric in the stanza is you.

Somebody, somebody set my soul on fire once again...
Somebody, somebody let my soul desire rise again,
My soul desire rise again, my soul desire moving on..... this is your last song...

Eventually decisions come too early in the small hours of a sobering night,
Extrapolating the mysteries of dating complicating the progression of a time.
End the sea of suffering....
End the sea of wandering....oh
Externalists are not scientists in lifts so just why is that you won’t cross the line.

Somebody, somebody set my soul on fire once again...
Somebody, somebody let my soul desire rise again,
My soul desire rise again, my soul desire moving on..... this is your last song...