THE LAST ENCORE In a corner of this hazy bar, With a smoky tune and a dusty guitar, There she sits, like a queen of the night, Under dim, red lights that don’t shine too bright. Oh, she winks at me with a sly little smile, Her gaze lingers just for a while, But I’ve seen this scene, it’s all déjà vu, A play for one heart and a sad little crew. Raise the curtain, hear the band, It’s our last encore, take my hand. One more laugh, one last tear, Let’s pretend, darling, we belong here. She twirls her dress like a firefly, A little sparkle, a midnight lie, She whispers secrets and sings of dreams, Of love, and loss, and crazy schemes. But don’t be fooled by the shimmering show, Behind her mask lies a tale of woe, She’s played this role, it’s her final act, And every night it’s the same sad fact. Raise the curtain, hear the band, It’s our last encore, take my hand. One more laugh, one last tear, Let’s pretend, darling, we belong here. The lights fade low, the audience sighs, I catch a glimpse of teary eyes, We know the end, it’s all rehearsed, A broken dream in a rhyming verse. So here’s to the fools who dance and sing, To queens and kings who wear no ring, We’ll bow and wave, we’ll hide the pain, For tomorrow night, we’ll play again. Raise the curtain, hear the band, It’s our last encore, take my hand. One more laugh, one last tear, Let’s pretend, darling, we belong here. Let’s pretend, darling, we belong here. Let’s pretend, darling, we belong here.
THE LAST ENCORE
In a corner of this hazy bar,
With a smoky tune and a dusty guitar,
There she sits, like a queen of the night,
Under dim, red lights that don’t shine too bright.
Oh, she winks at me with a sly little smile,
Her gaze lingers just for a while,
But I’ve seen this scene, it’s all déjà vu,
A play for one heart and a sad little crew.
Raise the curtain, hear the band,
It’s our last encore, take my hand.
One more laugh, one last tear,
Let’s pretend, darling, we belong here.
She twirls her dress like a firefly,
A little sparkle, a midnight lie,
She whispers secrets and sings of dreams,
Of love, and loss, and crazy schemes.
But don’t be fooled by the shimmering show,
Behind her mask lies a tale of woe,
She’s played this role, it’s her final act,
And every night it’s the same sad fact.
Raise the curtain, hear the band,
It’s our last encore, take my hand.
One more laugh, one last tear,
Let’s pretend, darling, we belong here.
The lights fade low, the audience sighs,
I catch a glimpse of teary eyes,
We know the end, it’s all rehearsed,
A broken dream in a rhyming verse.
So here’s to the fools who dance and sing,
To queens and kings who wear no ring,
We’ll bow and wave, we’ll hide the pain,
For tomorrow night, we’ll play again.
Raise the curtain, hear the band,
It’s our last encore, take my hand.
One more laugh, one last tear,
Let’s pretend, darling, we belong here.
Let’s pretend, darling, we belong here.
Let’s pretend, darling, we belong here.
Esto es nostalgia, el tipo de música que estoy seguro, casi nadie de quienes vean el canal habíamos nacido.
jajaja... ni yo