A Last-Minute Song Songtext
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A Last-Minute Song Songtext
Can I write a last-minute song?
A moment and then we′re gone
Nothing left to say, only games to play
A fool would I be to engage
Can I form a last-minute plea?
Pictures that we couldn't see
Nothing left to live, only time to give
A fool would last longer than me
A word, a song, what a thing to say
No signs, no deeds, just a breath to take
A moment′s fortune bringing you back to me
A laugh, a frown, what a strange surround
No fists, no fights, just a sighing sound
A moment's sunshine bringing you back to me
Can I find a last-minute plan?
Take you on hand-in-hand
Nothing left to think, only pride to sink
A fool would get out while they can
A word, a song, what a thing to say
No signs, no deeds, just a breath to take
A moment's fortune bringing you back to me
A laugh, a frown, what a strange surround
No fists, no fights, just a sighing sound
A moment′s sunshine bringing you back to me
Say you′ll get this soon
Forget the fiery doom
Find it or we're screwed
...What a mood
A word, a song, what a thing to say
No signs, no deeds, just a breath to take
A moment′s fortune bringing you back to me
A laugh, a frown, what a strange surround
No fists, no fights, just a dying sound
A moment's sunshine bringing you back to me
Can I write a last-minute song -
One where my thoughts don′t last long?
Nothing left to choose, only sense to lose
A fool would have run... (wait, that's me)
A moment and then we′re gone
Nothing left to say, only games to play
A fool would I be to engage
Can I form a last-minute plea?
Pictures that we couldn't see
Nothing left to live, only time to give
A fool would last longer than me
A word, a song, what a thing to say
No signs, no deeds, just a breath to take
A moment′s fortune bringing you back to me
A laugh, a frown, what a strange surround
No fists, no fights, just a sighing sound
A moment's sunshine bringing you back to me
Take you on hand-in-hand
Nothing left to think, only pride to sink
A fool would get out while they can
A word, a song, what a thing to say
No signs, no deeds, just a breath to take
A moment's fortune bringing you back to me
A laugh, a frown, what a strange surround
No fists, no fights, just a sighing sound
A moment′s sunshine bringing you back to me
Say you′ll get this soon
Forget the fiery doom
Find it or we're screwed
...What a mood
A word, a song, what a thing to say
No signs, no deeds, just a breath to take
A moment′s fortune bringing you back to me
A laugh, a frown, what a strange surround
No fists, no fights, just a dying sound
A moment's sunshine bringing you back to me
Can I write a last-minute song -
One where my thoughts don′t last long?
Nothing left to choose, only sense to lose
A fool would have run... (wait, that's me)
Writer(s): Em Feinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
