Lyric added by: tigerlilyMom, why is that
the things we were brought up with
are destroyed by ourselves, as the days keep coming?
The collage breaks into pieces
but it’s not thrown away
There’s nothing in my hands
even when you’re holding them...
*Be my last, Be my last
Be my last, Be my last
Please you have to be my last...
Unknown friends told me to do my best
But this love was a mistake
No, it wasn’t a mistake
There’s nothing to grasp with my hands..
how far will this dream go?
With my hands With my hands
With my hands With my hands
With my hands, be my last...
Rather than being together some day,
I would be with you tonight, just for a hour
Who is the adult,
who’s connected hand is still empty?
*Repeat
oh god, this song is so touching ma heart... love you utada
one of my favorites... saw one video where utada was singing it while playing the guitar.. liked it much better