The Last Poet - Take That
Written by：Gary Barlow/Howard Donald/Mark Owen
If I was the last poet left on Earth
Known by all as man of words
If I was the last poet heard by all
They would watch as the silence roars
Got my hands up
Gotta stand up
But for you I can't find words
But for you I can't find words
With a broken feather and unused ink
Going crazy trying to translate what I feel
When we see something so beautiful
A monastery of light and soul
Stand taller than the high cathedral walls
Got my hands up
Gotta stand up
But for you I can't find words
But for you I can't find words
But for you I can't find words
But for you there are no words
Last poet last man in this century
To lay down with no sympathy
To put words where they shouldn't be
The last poet last man in this century
To lay down with no sympathy
To put words where they shouldn't be
No they shouldn't be
They shouldn't be there
They shouldn't be there
