The Last In Line

We're the ship without a storm

The cold without the warm

Light inside the darkness

That it needs, yeah

We're a laugh without tear

The hope without the fear

We are coming, home

We're off to the witch

We may never, never, never, come home

But the magic that we'll feel is worth the lifetime

We're all born upon the cross

We're the throw before the toss

You can release yourself but the only way is down

We don't come alone

We are fire, we are stone

We're the hand that writes then quickly moves away

We'll know for the first time

If we're evil or divine we're the last in line, yeah

We're the last in line

Two eyes from the east

It's the angel or the beast

And the answer lies between the good and bad

We search for the truth

We could die upon the tooth

But the thrill of just the chase is worth the pain

We'll know for the first time

If we're evil or divine we're the last in line, yeah

We're the last in line, oh

Yeah, we're off to the witch --

We may never, never, never come home

But the magic that we'll feel it worth a lifetime

We're all born upon the cross

You know we're the throw before the toss

You can release yourself but the only way to go is down

We'll know for the first time

If we're evil or divine we're the last in line