The Last of the Romantics Songtext
von Rupert Holmes

We′re gonna built a home from stone instead of steel
Our love will make it real
It's a cottage down the lane
We′ll fill the fireplace with logs and cracklin' sticks
We'll lie near by the bricks as we hear the pristine rain
But ′till we build that home we′ll lock our bed room door
Make plans and love within this one room eight by four
I'll never ask for much I′ll only ask for more
And as our love is do I'll turn and say to you

We are the last of the romantics
Reaching for love before we lose it to the past
For at the last we are romantic
Free from time and space
We can build a place where all that is romantic can last


So close your eyes and see my clearing in the trees
Your face will feel the breeze and the wind is lace with pine
The sun will rise to where the hills embrace the sky
A stream will wander by like a rolling ball of twine
You must believe I′ll make it real I can't say when
But harder times than this have been and even then
A million loves have lived and love lives on again
As long as there are two who say the way we do

We are the last of the romantics
Reaching for love before we lose it to the past
For at the last we are romantic
Free from time and space
We can build a place where all that is romantic can last

We are the last of the romantics
Reaching for love before we lose it to the past
For at the last we are romantic
Free from time and space
We can build a place where all that is romantic can last