Rupert Holmes — The Last of the Romantics

We're gonna built a home from stone instead of steel Our love will make it real It's a cottage down the lane We'll fill the fireplace with logs and cracklin' sticks We'll lie nearby the bricks as we hear the drizzlin' rain But till we build that home we'll lock our bedroom door Make plans and love within this one room, eight by four I'll never ask for much, I'll only ask for more And as all lovers do, I'll turn and say to you We are the last of the romantics Reaching for love before we lose it to the past For at the last we are romantic Free from time and space We can build a place where all that is romantic can last So close your eyes and see my clearing in the trees Your face will feel the breeze and the wind is laced with pine The sun will rise to where the hills embrace the sky A stream will wander by like a rolling ball of twine You must believe I'll make it real, I can't say when But harder times than this have been and even then A million loves have lived and love lives on again As long as there are two who say the way we do We are the last of the romantics Reaching for love before we lose it to the past For at the last we are romantic Free from time and space We can build a place where all that is romantic can last We are the last of the romantics Reaching for love before we lose it to the past For at the last we are romantic Free from time and space We can build a place where all that is romantic can last