The Baskervilles

Embracing the Twilight: The Baskervilles' Farewell to a Dying Breed
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Lyrics

A toast to the last of a dying breed

A tribute to the final members of a diminishing group

They're crawling back to bed

They are returning to their beds

They're falling back to sleep

They are going back to sleep


A chill touches the base of your neck

A sensation of cold at the back of the neck

Who'd call by at this hour?

Questioning who would visit at this late hour

Who's standing at my step?

Curiosity about the identity of someone at the doorstep


Alright, we tried to help

An acknowledgment of attempted assistance

Alright, we tried to help

Repeated acknowledgment of trying to help

So pull back the covers tonight

Suggesting to reveal or expose something tonight


I believe, correct me if I'm wrong

Expressing a belief with a request for correction if wrong

That end was meant for you

Belief that a particular ending was intended for the listener

Since before you were born

Implying a connection to the listener before their birth


So here's to the last of a dying breed

A salute to the remaining few of a fading category

They're crawling back to bed

They are going back to their beds (repeated)

They're falling back to sleep

They are falling back to sleep (repeated)


Alright, we tried to help

Acknowledgment of the attempt to provide assistance

Alright, we tried to help

Repeated acknowledgment of trying to help

A shit sigh, you've got no act

Reference to a negative expression, suggesting no performance

Loosen up those muscles

Encouragement to relax and ease tension in the body

Straighten up that back

Advice to straighten up the back, possibly metaphorical


Alright, we tried to help

Acknowledgment of the attempt to provide assistance

Alright, we tried to help

Repeated acknowledgment of trying to help

So pull back the covers tonight

Suggesting to reveal or expose something tonight (repeated)


A toast to the last of a dying breed

A tribute to the final members of a diminishing group

They're crawling back to bed

They are going back to their beds (repeated)

They're falling back to sleep

They are falling back to sleep (repeated)


A toast to the last of a dying breed

A tribute to the final members of a diminishing group

They're crawling back to bed

They are going back to their beds (repeated)

They're falling back to sleep

They are falling back to sleep (repeated)

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