Black Hole, Son - Field Mouse

Come and hitch a ride

Go on outside

This is an imaginary line

Burning up at night, fire-fight

Summoning the will to feel alright

Every night, every night

Holding out forever

Scan the room to see

Something there to save us

Eventually, eventually

Some days I still feel like myself

But today I woke up more like you

Willing it away, I close the space

Is it the more selfish thing to do?

Do the words get through?

Will this be the last one?

Can you speak the last line?

Holding out forever

Scan the room to see

Something there to save us

Eventually, eventually

Cross it off together

Some makeshift galaxy

Scrap your plans and trace it out with me

Will this be the last one?

Can you speak the last line?

Caught at the horizon

Still photons of light

Flash into focus

Then endless night

Oh, to be the last ones

Holding out forever

Scan the room to see

The axis stands without us

Endlessly

Hollow days that mark our place

And it all comes down

The last gasp of echoed sound

The last ones

The last ones

The last one