It's the last hour before you leave
Staying up on the balcony
Counting stars and listening to you singing in your sleep
I wonder what time it is back home
I wonder how fast that airplane goes
Flying over oceans, dialing broken telephones
One final kiss, it's been coming to this since before we even met
You got something on your mind you're trying to forget
You been saying you know you got to choose, but it ain't happened yet
And we'll come home smashed
And we'll forget to ask
And break in half all over the bed
Walking home backwards through the park
Stepping on flowers in the dark
It's the last hour in your heart
I know you don't want to come home with the stars falling out of your eyes
You got something on your mind that you're trying to hide
You're running, baby, all out of space in your suitcase
But you can't make up your mind
And there's no more time
And you have to decide
Which one you'll keep and which one you're leaving behind
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