Last Call

Written by：Amelia Curran

Wicked the weather can empty the heart

Sunsets are poetry falling apart

Pitchin' and weavin' down gottingen road

I never loved you I know

But dance with my shadow on into the bar

Midnight is marked by broken down choirs

And the red face prophets are claimin' their fame

But I don't remember their names

Morning comes like a broken winged bird

As though daylight delivers a miracle cure

And here in the pink of a dangerous day

Forgive me forgive me

Those red faced prophets bartender and me

Dancin' in riddles on top of dead dreams

I kissed a sailor said he was the sea

But he never knew it from me

Last call

Time is an invalid inside us all

Leave all the lights on we'll waltz out the door

I never loved you I'm sure

Morning comes like a broken winged bird

As though daylight delivers a miracle cure

And here in the pink of a dangerous day

Forgive me forgive me

Forgive me forgive me