Lyrics

We could make cathedrals of shipyards Pay our penance in tattoos Never is a common place position Seventeen are the shades in the sky Of a cold Nebraska blue She can make the flowers smell like heaven We watch the box cars as they unload We were laughing Who`s the train was Mornings come undone [Chorus] In the last perfect thing In the last perfect thing In the last perfect thing The bells ring Days change And I await The last perfect thing We could steal the keys to the church Tell Virginia we were bored She can make the flowers smell like heaven We saw the fire on the field that night With a great and moving passion Evenings come undone Make it seem like Make it seem like Make it seem like We were really there [Chorus] In the last perfect thing In the last perfect thing In the last perfect thing The bells ring The days change And I await The last perfect thing In the last perfect thing In the last perfect thing In the last perfect thing The bells ring The days change And I await The last perfect thing In the last perfect thing In the last perfect thing