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. Now I'm too good to be true, so plated, for what's inside you, for 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. Cause you're the last of a dying breed, by the names in the wet concrete. I wonder if the 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'll never walk away from. You're the last of a dying breed, by the names in the wet concrete. I wonder if the 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'll never walk away from. You're 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 school 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. Cause you're the last of a dying breed, by the names in the wet concrete. I wonder if the 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'll never walk away from. You're the last of a dying breed, by the names in the wet concrete. I wonder if the 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'll never walk away from. You're the last of the real ones. Like a witch on the new moon, I conjure to see you soon. With my mind or with a broom, I could sing the sweetest tune. The sun, the stars, the moon are full. Oh my god, you're beautiful. I felt alive, I hear my cries. There's stars in my eyes and there's you by my side. Cause you're the last of a dying breed, by the names in the wet concrete. I wonder if the 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'll never walk away from. You're the last of the real ones.