Last Great Story - New Years Day

These cuts will bleed forever. (Forever.)

And i'll never heal.

'Cause it's the only way I know it's real.

On that day when they drag us to our graves.

Our friends will dress in black.

As someone whispers in the back.

(They will say.)

Give it up for what we could have been.

Watch them all attend, the death of love.

The taste of poison.

Drop the curtain, take our final bow.

Watch them read aloud.

The death of us the same old story.

So let's haunt these halls together. (Forever.)

And I'll keep holding on.

We'll show them what it means to break hearts.

So take my hand, take my love, take my life.

We'll dance with the ghosts.

With the souls of the night.

Down we go...

Give it up for what we could have been.

Watch them all attend, the death of love.

The taste of poison.

Drop the curtain, take our final bow.

Watch them read aloud.

The death of us the same old story.

(Oh.)

Here lies the bride.

Crimson and white.

. . .

So take my hand, take my love, take my life.

We'll dance with the ghosts.

With the souls of the night.

(Oh.)

Give it up for what we could have been.

Watch them all attend the death of love.

The taste of poison.

Drop the curtain, take our final bow.

Watch them read aloud.

The death of us the same old story.