Last Word

She wakes up from senseless dreaming, a child with a shameful face,

No noise but pure frustration, plays games with a fragile grace,

The week's past her by so quickly, no telling where it's gone,

Caught up without a question, it still just feels so wrong,

And the last word wasn't heard, pass the message down,

It's difficult to talk with all these people hanging round,

She leaves his tight embrace, he waves goodbye,

Standing lonely, cold again, she's left to cry.

She questions whether this should all be working out,

And he questions why she feels that she should have this doubt,

Sometimes the simple things in life just seem so hard,

Hoping the answer lies underneath this tarot card.

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(Bass Solo + Instrumental)

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