Last Call Lyrics - Hunter, Hunter - 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