We could make cathedrals of shipyards
Pay our penance in tattooes
Never is a common place position
Seventeen are the shades in the sky of cold
Nebraska blue
She can make the flowers smell like heanven
We watch the box cars as they unload
We were laughing
Who`s the train was
Mornings come
Undone
In the last perfect thing
In the last perfect thing
In the last perfect thing

The bells ring
Days change
And I awake
The last perfect thing

We could steal the keys to the church
Tell Virgina we were bored
She can make the flowers smell like heaven
We saw the fire on the field that night
With a great and moving passion
Evenings come
Undone
Make it seem like
Make it seem like
Make it seem like
We were really there
In the last perfect thing
In the last perfect thing
In the last perfect thing

The bells ring
Days change
And I awake
The last perfect thing

In the last perfect thing
In the last perfect thing
In the last perfect thing

The bells ring
Days change
And hide away
The last perfect thing

In the last perfect thing
In the last perfect thing