| F# | C# | |
| To be the | last to leave, the | last to be gone |
| G#m | F# | |
| Stolen from the ones who held | onto him |
| F# | C# | |
| To be the last in line from the | ones that live on |
| G#m | B | |
| Silhouette of a dream | treasured by the ones |
| F# | |
| Who held | onto him |
| F# | C# | |
| Almost a breakdown of our | love affair |
| G#m | B | |
| The | stiletto cuts quick like a | whip through the air |
| D#m | C# | |
| Long distance winners will we sur | vive the flight |
| G#m | F# | |
| Not | one of us runs from the | firelight |
| D#m | C# | |
| And I would | love to believe I | believe what you say |
| D#m | |
| But in the | drama of the moment |
| C# | |
| Oh well there | is no easy way |
| G#m | C# | F# | |
| No one ever leaves, | everyone stays close 'til the fire | fades |
| F# | |
| To be the | last to leave |
| C# | |
| Well, what caused the fearsome divorce in the night |
| G#m | F# | |
| When there was | no competition well to sur | vive, do it right |
| C# | B | |
| and you can | believe in the fight to sur | vive the distance |
| D#m | C# | F# | |
| Everyone fights... | everyone fights and the fire | flies....... |