The Last Resort - By Ali Kaplan

Описание: The sign still swings on a rusty chain, "The Last Resort" in faded paint.
I wait beneath the broken neon glow, for a love that heaven surely must anoint.
The key you gave me, number seven, cold against my skin.
Another night of make-believe, where our secret world begins.

The floorboards creak a warning, the wallpaper tells a lie,
But I choose to believe it, as the clock ticks on by.
I hear your car on gravel, a familiar, thrilling sound...
And for a few more hours, my feet won't touch the ground...

At The Last Resort, where the shadows dance!
(backing vocals: Where the shadows dance!)
We steal our moments, take a fleeting chance!
(backing vocals: A fleeting chance!)
The wine is cheap, the sheets are worn, but darling, it's our place!
(backing vocals: It's our place!)
A temporary heaven, with a ghost of a trace!
(backing vocals: Oooh, ghost of a trace!)

You talk of her, your "real life", in hushed and hurried tones.
I trace the patterns on your back, and claim you for my own.
The mirror shows a woman, with a fire in her eyes,
But it's a borrowed fire, love, that with the daylight dies.

The morning always finds us, tangled, tired, and true,
With promises you cannot keep, and dreams I can't renew.
I'll wash the scent of you away, put on my brave facade...
Till next time at our haunted hotel, alone with my own god...
Sometimes I think I see them, in the corners of the room,

Other lovers, other ghosts, sharing the same gloom.
Their whispers fill the silence, when you're not here with me,
They say "He'll leave you darling, just like he left us, you'll see..."
But I close my ears and hold you tighter, in this fading light,
The Last Resort's my prison, but it's my kingdom tonight.

At The Last Resort, where the shadows dance!
(backing vocals: Dance with me!)
We steal our moments, take a fleeting chance!
(backing vocals: One last chance!)
The wine is cheap, the sheets are worn, but darling, it's our place!
(backing vocals: Our only place!)
A temporary heaven, with a ghost of a trace!
(backing vocals: Ghost! Ghost! Ghost of a trace!)
Yeah, at The Last Resort! (backing vocals: Last Resort!)
We're just a story, love, of the wrong sort! (Arka: Wrong sort!)
At The Last Resort...

Check-out time... is always noon...
But my heart... checks out... much too soon...
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