The UK's Oldest Heart Transplant Operation

This race is run it's coming to the end now
But the phones are still lighting up
Seems nobody told them it was worthless
Raise a glass clap in time if you need it

T-shirts in a bag breaking hearts
D'you really think that's what they need
These lives electric in pieces and parts
But it's nothing if you're lookin' at how they bleed

This is the UK's oldest heart transplant operation
And it's coming to an end

This is the UK's oldest heart transplant operation
And it's coming to an end, it's coming to an end

Raw hearts and jump starts set you running
But momentum fades without a front page story
Twice three times four times in a year of glory
Does it really feel like a contribution
Against the need for revolution

This is the UK's oldest heart transplant operation
And it's coming to an end
And it'll make you cry again

This is the UK's oldest heart transplant operation
Whether stranger, foe or dearest friend
It'll get you in the end

Because there's nothing you can do
There's nothing any of us can do
We live in the blinking of an eye
And only at the end do we ask why
There's nothing that anyone can do