The lights are ***, the bar is low.
Ashtrays full of things we'll never know.
Your coat still hangs on the back of that chair,
like you might come back but you're not there.
I order one more drink for time,
stir the silence with some rhyme.
Bartender knows,
he's seen it all.
He knows I'm waiting for your call.
Last call for love before the night forgets.
Before our names are just regrets.
One more chance to feel before we lose what's real.
Last call for love,
don't let it slip away.
Say something before the jukebox fades.
This is the end,
or it could be enough.
Last call for love.
The mirror behind the bar is cracked,
like every promise you took back.
Still I trace your ghost in every glass,
hoping this ache too will pass.
You always left right before the end,
afraid of what the truth might send.
But I'm still here with heart in hand,
wishing you'd just understand.
Last call for love before the silence wins.
Before we drown in could have beens.
One last toast to dreams before they lose their gleam.
Last call for love,
the final bell is near.
Tell me now or disappear.
Is this goodbye or is this enough?
Last call for love.