Letras
Last call at the Rose Room, the band has gone to bed
Just echoes on the parquet and thoughts left unsaid
The singer's boa's folded, the microphone is bare
But I'm still in the corner, pretending you'll be there
The candles turn to memory, the ashtrays to regret
And every whispered promise is a song I can't forget
We danced in borrowed hours, we laughed against the time
But now the night is silent and the bills no longer rhyme
Last call at the Rose Room, the final toast is mine
I'll raise it to a love we left behind the wine
You were the song that lingered in a key I couldn't find
And now I hum the silence, no encore, just rewind
They'll close the doors and sweep the floor, and I will rise and go
The lights will fade, the roses wilt, the tempo will grow slow
But somewhere in the shadows, your footsteps still align
To a rhythm we once danced to, in the hush between the chimes
Last call at the Rose Room, the final toast is mine
I'll raise it to a love we left behind the wine
You were the song that lingered in a key I couldn't find
And now I hum the silence, no encore, just rewind