Last time

We met the cars, we met bars and the telephones
We’re through the town, we’re through the house and singing Rolling Stones

We carved our names, they’re stuck in graves, graves with our names
Our neon names, they shine tonight in the neon graves

We know a door, a secret door to a secret place
We know a place, we know a place where no cars go

A slice of the world, a slice of the word that you don’t mind
But if you really feel it, you sure know that is not a lie

And if one the fighters, one of the fighters would give up the War
Nobody will know, ‘cause nobody really will know for sure

The worst slice can become as nice as you can do
There’s no worst fight of you versus you
When you hear me, I can dance ‘till die
‘cause this is our last time

Forever and ago, I won’t make you cry
Like it was the last time

But there goes my last time