Amelia Curran - Last Call lyrics

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