Last Scene at the Bar (Remastered)

Sitting here

In the bar again, I'm counting your time

And drinking my gin

And thinking the kind

Of trouble you're in is not

It's not easily solved, but I'm

Looking good to you again

So, we'll see

What kind of savior

I turn out to be, when it's all

Said and done, there's a bottom of the glass

This place has got to close soon

And when it does

Call the colors muted

And the smiles slipping in and out

Sincere as the smoke

Tell me your troubles once more, just

Tell me like only you can, I will take notes

I will bend the truth

I will rearrange the facts

I will mend the spaces

To suit us both and never think to ask

Why you want me

Well, maybe just once

Blowing bubbles in my drink

In a haze of romantic notions, foolishly

I sip the potion you handed me

Grey magic number 5, it slew the brave, left the rest alive

Why do you want me?

Again, and like this? A gin-soaked first kiss

And a disillusionment

That'll hit hard in the morning

There's a bottom of the glass, this place

Has got to close, and when it does

Out of all those who'll leave

You'll be the last (You'll be the last)

Just after me