Wenn die Welt langsam verstummt und alles Vertraute verschwindet, bleibt nur noch eines bestehen: die Nähe zweier Menschen. Zwischen leeren Straßen und dem Ende aller Dinge wird Liebe zum letzten Licht, zur letzten Wärme und zum einzigen Ort, der noch Hoffnung schenkt. Eine leise, poetische Geschichte darüber, dass gemeinsames Ausharren selbst im letzten Augenblick genug sein kann. -Frank N. ------------------------------------------------- Yeah… streets are empty now. Sky’s still cracked. But you’re here. And that’s the only thing worth sayin’. Everything’s gone, love. Shops boarded. Neighbours vanished. Even the wind sounds lonely these days. But you – you’re still sittin’ there, cup in hand, lookin’ at me like the world ain’t already packed its bags. Like the end don’t matter as long as I’m still on your sofa. So hold me while it all goes quiet, While the streetlamps flicker out one by one. There’s no one left to hear us, No one left to judge. It’s just you, Just me, And the dark that’s comin’ for the both of us. I don’t care if the sky caves in, If the sea swallows the roads, If the clocks all give up and the days don’t turn. You’re the last pint in the last pub After the last train’s gone. You’re the match still burnin’ When the rest of the box is wet through. You’re the bit of heat in my chest That the cold ain’t managed to nick yet. So hold me while it all goes quiet, While the streetlamps flicker out one by one. Let the world fall to pieces round us, We’ll just keep sittin’ here, Like we’ve got all the time in the world… Maybe love’s only real When there’s nothin’ else left to cling to. Maybe it’s just us Standin’ in the rubble, Laughin’ like idiots, ’Cause we’ve still got someone to hold While the ground gives way. When the last morning shows its face, We’ll be side by side, Not sayin’ a word. ’Cause we’ll know – we were the last ones standing. And that’s enough. The End
