who will the pictures be
to write their version of history
in the year twenty eighty three
when everybody is undersea
sometimes i see your face
all the worries have left their trace
so i beg you to slow your pace
everyone needs a little grace
won't you love me like
we are the last to stand
this is my plea
i will never regret
i will always be your soft landing
this is my vow
you should never forget no no no
here's to the heroes and the saints
the sacrifices without complaint
righteously angry despite restraint
and so relentlessly determined to paint
a bright new picture
won't you hold me like
we are the last two standing
this is my plea
i will never regret
i will always be your soft landing
this is my vow
you you should never forget
tell me who will the victors be
to write their version of history
in the year twenty eighty three
when everybody is under sea
but for a few in their luxury bunkers
behind lock and key
sometimes i see your face
and the worries have left that trace
so i beg you to slow your pace
everyone needs a little grace
and some quiet time in a safe space
won't you love me like
we are the last two standing
this is my plea
i will never regret
i will always be your soft lady
this is my vow
my secret vow
won't you love me like
we are the last two standing
this is my plea i will never regret
i will always be your soft landing
this is my vow
my sacred vow
you should never forget
no no no don't you forget it my my love
we are we are
we are the last two standing
