The Last True Romantics

I see clouds of regrets hanging over your head,

Feel the fear, as panic spills through your veins.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath,

put your past to rest, (I know it's a mess).

The world around us, seems to be falling apart.

The lights in your heart are about to go out.

It was so beautiful, (just a moment ago).

I hear hearts breaking, I hear them breaking from everywhere,

From every corner their whispers are begging for love, begging for someone to love.

What if we are the last true romantics (true romantics)?

What if we are tired of being afraid?

What if we are the last true romantics?

What if we are tired of being afraid, of being afraid?

of heartaches and failures, of heartaches and failures

of heartaches and failures…

The world as it was, is falling apart.

The lights in our hearts are about to go out.

What if we take a deep breath,

put our past to rest, (you know it’s a mess).

I hear hearts breaking, I hear them breaking from everywhere,

From every corner their whispers are begging for love, begging for someone to love.

What if we are the last true romantics (true romantics)?

What if we are tired of being afraid?

What if we are the last true romantics?

What if we are tired of being afraid, of being afraid?

The world around us, seems to be falling apart.

The lights in your heart are about to go out.

It was so beautiful, just a moment ago.

What if we are the last true romantics (true romantics)?

What if we are tired of being afraid?

What if we are the last true romantics?

What if we are tired of being afraid, of being afraid?

What if we are the last true romantics (true romantics)?

What if we are tired of being afraid?

What if we are the last true romantics?

What if we are tired of being afraid, of being afraid?