The Final Hour by To Move Alone To Lyrics

All of this hearing
talking of war
too lightly, the tip
too blunt to be sore

So it’s
never too long
for this, as in
i’m falling off

Only need a note to know
what my name is
can wait ‘til i die
for your kind of famous

Man of his word
never made threats
at least one
that you heard

I thought you unwell
at the final hour
you promised we’d wither
before we flower
So here we are
at the very end
told you we’d be
more than friends

On this battle-eve
on the brink of the defeated

To sink at the feet-end
leave on a morning, love
when the sun is steep
all the time, the whole week

When you fear the way
in front of your feet
it clears so tender
lends her its speak

In the current, a lapse
a crisis of facts
A time when we were young
and the view was ours
so here we are
at the final hour

Counting your losses
too quick to pretend
stop saying you should’ve
again and again
Can tell by your tone
there’s doubt in this
a ledge in the static
disguised by design

You had what i had
just didn't realise
quicker to learn how to
see through my eyes