The Last
[Verse 1] The last train whistles somewhere in the dark Light a candle for the ones we lost Your laughter echoes in an empty room We painted maps on windows made of frost [Chorus] The kettle sings, the radio is on We are the echo of a summer song The kettle sings, the radio is on We are the echo of a summer song [Verse 2] Hold on, the tide is turning slow We ran along the river after rain A paper boat is sailing to the sea The city lights are humming low tonight [Chorus] The kettle sings, the radio is on We are the echo of a summer song
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