Fleetwood Mac

To be the last to leave, the last to be gone
Stolen from the ones who held onto him
To be the last in line from the ones that live on
Silhouette of a dream treasured by the ones
Who held onto him
Almost a breakdown of our love affair
The stiletto cuts quick like a whip through the air
Long distance winners will we survive the flight
Not one of us runs from the firelight
And I would love to believe I believe what you say
But in the drama of the moment
Oh well there is no easy way
No one ever leaves, everyone stays close 'til the fire fades
To be the last to leave
Well, what caused the fearsome divorce in the night
When there was no competition well to survive, do it right
and you can believe in the fight to survive the distance
Everyone fights...everyone fights and the fire flies.......