Lucy Wainwright Roche - Last time

^CMet you and the ^Ddays were ^Gours We've been ^Chanded all the ^Dmoons and ^Gstars And^C told, "Go ^Dforth, your ^Gfuture's ^Emnorth And your own ^Cbreath will ^Dtake you ^Gfar"

Well, ^Csome of that ^Dtale was ^Gsoul And ^Csome of it we ^Dwould out^Ggrow But ^Cside by ^Dside, we ^Grolled that ^Emride With each ^Cother al^Dways in ^Gtow

And ^Emeveryone will always know you are a heart of ^Gmine Be^Ctween forever and one day, there is the finest ^Gline ^Em And I wanted to show you all the ^Gthings I hid I was ^Djust a kid and I ^Gnever did ^{C G}

So ^Cnow an ancient ^Dera ^Gends A few ^Cmoments left for ^Dus to ^Gspend You're ^Cjust not ^Dquite still ^Gmine out^Emright And we ^Cwill never ^Dbe here a^Ggain

And ^Emeveryone will always know you are a heart of ^Gmine Be^Ctween forever and one day, there is the finest ^Gline ^Em And I wanted to show you all the ^Gthings I hid I was ^Djust a kid and I ^Gnever did ^{C G}

So ^Cone last ^Dchance to ^Gsing We're ^Cchanging on a ^Dprayer, a ^Gwing Not ^Cgraceful or ^Dtrue, just ^Gme and ^Emyou There's a ^Clast time for ^Devery^Gthing

There's a ^Clast ti^Gme There's a ^Clast ti^Gme There's a ^Clast ti^Gme There's a ^Clast time for ^Devery^Gthing