The Last of the Real Ones

I was just an only child of the universe

And then I found you

And then I found you

You are the sun and I am just the planets

Spinning around you

Spinning around you

You were too good to be true

Gold plated

But what's inside you?

But what's inside you?

I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you

But not as much as I do

As much as I do, yeah

'Cause you're the last of a dying breed

Write our names in the wet concrete

I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

I'm here in search of your glory

There's been a million before me

That ultra-kind of love

You never walk away from

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision

But only for you

But only for you

My head is stripped just like a screw

That's been tightened too many times

When I think of you

When I think of you

I will shield you from the waves

If they find you

I will protect you

I will protect you

Just tell me, tell me, tell me

I, I am the only one

Even if it's not true

Even if it's not true, yeah

'Cause you're the last of a dying breed

Write our names in the wet concrete

I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

I'm here in search of your glory

There's been a million before me

That ultra-kind of love

You never walk away from

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the-

I'm here at the beginning of the end

Oh, the end of infinity with you

I'm here at the beginning of the end

Oh, the end of infinity with you

I'm done with having dreams

The thing that I believe

Oh, but you drain all the fear from me

I'm done with having dreams

The thing that I believe

You drain the fear from me

'Cause you're the last of a dying breed

Write our names in the wet concrete

I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

I'm here in search of your glory

There's been a million before me

That ultra-kind of love

You never walk away from

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones

You're just the last of the real ones