The Last of the Romantics - Rupert Holmes

We’re gonna built a home from stone instead of steel

Our love will make it real

It’s a cottage down the lane

We’ll fill the fireplace with logs and cracklin' sticks

We’ll lie nearby the bricks as we hear the drizzlin' rain

But till we build that home we’ll lock our bedroom door

Make plans and love within this one room, eight by four

I’ll never ask for much, I’ll only ask for more

And as all lovers do, I’ll turn and say to you

We are the last of the romantics

Reaching for love before we lose it to the past

For at the last we are romantic

Free from time and space

We can build a place where all that is romantic can last

So close your eyes and see my clearing in the trees

Your face will feel the breeze and the wind is laced with pine

The sun will rise to where the hills embrace the sky

A stream will wander by like a rolling ball of twine

You must believe I’ll make it real, I can’t say when

But harder times than this have been and even then

A million loves have lived and love lives on again

As long as there are two who say the way we do

We are the last of the romantics

Reaching for love before we lose it to the past

For at the last we are romantic

Free from time and space

We can build a place where all that is romantic can last

We are the last of the romantics

Reaching for love before we lose it to the past

For at the last we are romantic

Free from time and space

We can build a place where all that is romantic can last