Les Derniers Seront Les Premiers

When walking with no other aim
No more tomorrow, feeling drained
In the emptiness of the cold street
When words no longer exist
When hope is forgotten, dissolved
When even the booze doesn't get you high anymore
Only the raw phrases remain
Those lines we toss aside before we give up

The last will be first
In another reality
We will be princes of eternity

A ticket on the sidewalk
In a paper with other stories
A ray of sunshine by chance
A flower left behind
What others have cast aside
Not new enough, not enough
When your place is outside
Only these phrases remain like a treasure island

The last will be first
In another reality
We will be princes of eternity