The Last Great Shame – Song Lyrics

Standard

Verse One
A girl wading out to sea
Praying there is no baby
And hoping she’ll be able to forget
A guy bragging to the boys
Didn’t leave her with a choice
Left her with bruises and a threat

Verse Two
And now she has finally guessed
Nothing more than second best
Nothing less than worthy of his hate
She can’t forgive the violence
So she balances her silence
With a blood red circle round the date

Bridge
What happened to utopia?
The vision proud and grand
This sure as hell don’t look
Like the promised land

Chorus
Void the moon and blind the sun
All evidence would suggest
Count infinity and clone the one
A world of conformed unrest
Outside it’s raining
Inside it’s the same
But no-one’s complaining
This is the last great shame

Verse Three
Exactly one year to the day
What does he have to say?
Now the gun is held to his head
Remember last year’s touch
Doesn’t really mean that much
Took back everything he did and said

Verse Four
What is there to do
Now that it’s just them two?
No friends for him to hide behind
Will it help to see his death?
Watch him take his last breath?
To find the peace she needs to find

Bridge
What happened to utopia?
The vision proud and grand
This sure as hell don’t look
Like the promised land

Chorus
Void the moon and blind the sun
All evidence would suggest
Count infinity and clone the one
A world of conformed unrest
Outside it’s raining
Inside it’s the same
But no-one’s complaining
This is the last great shame

Coda
Her first memory gives her the drive
And the journey into darkness won’t take her far
Her worst memory twists the knife
As she focuses in the distance on the mourning star
Her last memory ends her life
Fallen friends and hazy honour but nothing in particular

Verse Five
Too late but still the deed is done
And now her conscience on the run
With scars that only candlelight will show
His leaking blood is on her hands
Just like her blood was on his pants
And yet fate must strike the final blow

Bridge
What happened to utopia?
The vision proud and grand
This sure as hell don’t look
Like the promised land

Chorus
Void the moon and blind the sun
All evidence would suggest
Count infinity and clone the one
A world of conformed unrest
Outside it’s raining
Inside it’s the same
But no-one’s complaining
This is the last great shame

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