The Last In Line - Live at Donington, 1987

Lyrics for The Last In Line - Live at Donington, 1987

We're a ship without a storm The cold without the warm Light inside the darkness that it needs, yeah We're a laugh without a 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 a 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 and quickly moves away We'll know for the first time If we're evil or divine We're the last in line 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 We're the last in line We're off to the witch We may never, never, never come home But the magic that we'll feel is 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 you go is down We'll know for the first time If we're evil or divine We're the last in line We're the last in line See how we shine We're the last in We're the last in We're the last in We're the last in We're the last in We're the last in line We're a ship without a storm We're the cold inside the warm We're a laugh without a tear We're the far without the near We're the last in line We're the last in line We're the last in line See how we shine We're the last in line