Lyrics Prefab Sprout

Prefab Sprout

Last Of The Great Romantics

Here comes the last of the great romantics

Faithful and true, believing in you

Regardless of the things you do

Here comes the last of the great romantics

Feet planted wide, defying the tide

Come on Gatsby, stand aside

People see me walking down the street

And I hear them saying 'here he comes'

That boy makes a banquet from

A table of crumbs...

He hears romantic music in

Unanswered phones

In the angry slamming of a door,

And the girl that he's mad about

Does not care any more

Here comes the last of the great romantics

Defying the tide. Come on Gatsby, stand aside

Here comes the last of the great romantics

Not foolish, not grand, taking a stand

Out of touch? No, in command!

So people, never ridicule the lovesick fool

Or say he's only carrying a torch

In his hands it's a flamethrower

And his judgement is scorched

Here comes the last of the great romantics

Not tortured, not wracked. Illusions intact

Undiscouraged by the facts

Here comes the last of the great romantics

Feet planted wide, defying the tide

Come on Gatsby, stand aside

Here comes the last of the great romantics