Subatlantic - Last Song Lyrics

And, with the t.v. on
It's like we're coming home again
Straight lines are circular
They form a purpose to the end
So, put your pretty shoes on
It's time for the last song
Everyone is dreaming
In time to the last song
Twist of the apple stem
Saying the alphabet
Again
And, with the New Years' end
We're breaking the pledges to
Our friends
And, there are feathers for the stones
They'll be here before you know it's real
Your mother says
"It's cold, so button up for what's in store this year"
So, put your pretty shoes on
It's time for the last song
Everyone is dreaming
In time to the last song
So, put your pretty dress on
It's time for the last song
All your friends are leaving before the last song