Flecton Big Sky - The Finals - Last Call

Well the booze is all gone; it's only numbness we're feeling
As temperatures drop, as evening drapes the ceiling
And the lonely ones walk the sad, sad streets. Again

Morning breaks glass; is this be the day you've been regretting
Always working, sun's face is so forgiving
After work you search the town for the one you're dying to meet

Feet shuffle in time with all the, the drunks of the world
Oh finally it's last call. Everyone remember your stories. Now

Written by:
Miche Jetté

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find