Letra da Música: The Baskervilles - Tokyo Police Club

A toast to the last of the dying breed,
they are crawling back to bed, they are falling back to sleep
a chill touches the base of your neck,
who'd call me at this hour? who's standing on my step?

All right, we tried to help, all right we tried to help
so pull back the covers tonight

i think - correct me if I'm wrong - that end was meant for you,
since before you were born
so here's to the last of the dying breed,
they are crawling back to bed, they are falling back to sleep

All right, we tried to help, all right we tried to help

but shit son, you've got no act,
loosen up those muscles, straighten up that back...

All right, we tried to help, all right we tried to help
so pull back the covers tonight.

A toast to the last of the dying breed,
they are crawling back to bed, they are falling back to sleep
A toast to the last of the dying breed,
they are crawling back to bed, they are falling back to sleep