Last Call

Wicked the weather can empty the heart

Sunsets are poetry falling apart

Pitchin' and weavin' down Gottingen Road

I never loved you I knowBut 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 namesMorning 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

Songwriters

AMELIA CURRANPublished by

Lyrics © THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC.