So what will you do, when I'm not here?
Will you have a drink, or will your glass stay dry?
How long will you wait? Days, months or years?
Out of sight out of mind? To hold back them tears?
So, raise a glass with me to the last of our kind
Yes it's true, we're going to die
Yes it's true, we're going to die
And where will you go? Will you find a new home?
And which memories will stay on your walls?
Will you reach out your hand or will you be alone?
What will you dream when your eye gently close?
So, raise a glass with me to the last of our kind
Yes it's true, we're going to die
Yes it's true, we're going to die