This Could Be My Last Day

I let go to feel the fall
And know that I’m alive
I see my breath and think of God
And everything I have
This could be my last day
This could be my last day
I touch your grave it comforts me
Tells me to be true
Everyone’s a burning star
Time is running through
This could be my last day
This could be my last day
Everything is fragile
Everything is broken
You were full of living colours
And such a sense of wonder
Prophecy is written
Prophecy is spoken
I wish I could have saved you
But I think I’m going under
This could be my last day
This could be my last day
11 years and 8 september
Never be the same
Charing Cross and woven hats
Flinching at your name
This could be my last day
This could be my last day
Everything is fragile
Everything is broken
You were full of living colours
And such a sense of wonder
Prophecy is written
Prophecy is spoken
I wish I could have saved you
But I saw you going under
I wish I could have saved you
But I think I’m going under
This could be my last day
This could be my last day
This could be my last day
This could be my last day