Encore, night is almost over I'm bored, wanna leave It felt good before but now it's getting older 'Cause there's no more empathy
Final firework of summer, your phone falls into the fire It's the last act of a dying cellphone Last call of a desperate man
Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up I think of you It's our grand finale
Drugstore, twenty-four hour market We'll go before we see
Final firework of summer, your phone falls into the fire It's the last act of a dying cellphone Last call of a desperate man
Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up I think of you It's our grand finale
Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up I think of you It's our grand finale
It's the last act of a dying cellphone Last call of a desperate man A strange sense of relief Strange sense of relief
Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up I think of you It's our grand finale
Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up I think of you It's our grand finaleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
