The streets shine with lamplight glow
Last drinks called and it's time to leave this sanctuary of heat and light
Cold air steals away my alcohol warmth
My newfound friends vanish into the night
Last call
And I wander the streets
I should be home with you
But it's not my home any more
Light shines from curtained window gaps
Taunting hints of happiness from within, things that can't be sold
Memories of our happy days tumble through my mind
Keeping me warm despite the biting cold
Last call
And I wander the streets
I wanna hold you
But you're not mine any more
I always end up here outside your door
Palm spread across the wood, standing silent, afraid to knock, afraid to call
It's been over for so long and I'm the only one who doesn't know
It was so good between us then I took it for granted and lost it all
Last call
And I wander the streets
I wanna beg for you to take me back
But you're not listening any more
Last call
I wanna come home
But it's not my home any more
I wanna hold you
But you're not mine any more
I wanna beg for you to take me back
But you're not listening any more
I wanna come home
I wanna hold you
I wanna beg for you to take me back