Amelia Curran - Last Call Lyrics
Sunsets are poetry falling apartPitchin and weavin down gotajin roadI never loved you I knowBut dance with my shadow on into the barMidnight is marked by broken-down choirsAnd the red-face prophets are claimin' their fameBut I don't remember their namesMorning comes like a broken-winged birdAs though daylight delivers a miracle cureAnd here in the pink of a dangerous dayForgive me, forgive me,Those red-faced prophets, bartender and me.Dancin' in riddles on top of dead dreamsI kissed a sailor, said he was the seaBut he never knew it from meLast callTime is an invalid inside us allLeave all the lights on, we'll waltz out the doorI never loved you, I'm sure