The Last Poet
TAKE THAT · Wonderland 2017 · Track 09 of 15
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 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 think 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