Last Waltz
Make me blind
Cover my eyes
You can do what you want
I'm paralyzed by the perfect mood
When we're dancing with blindfolds on
You make it easy to love you and hate you
I can't explain it, I feel insecure
Say it simple: "You die just to live again."
You say we're waiting for the waltz
Another you and me
Another revolutionary heavenly romance
Waiting for the last waltz
And so it seems
We won't find the solution
Confusion leads the dance
We're waiting for the last waltz
Praise the wine
So divine
And it stings like a rose
Allow the night to flow inside
Open the window and let the wind blow
Highlight of the night is the unhappy ending
You keep refusing to answer my calls
Drop the bending and stop the pretending
You say get ready for the last waltz
Another you and me
Another revolutionary heavenly romance
Waiting for the last waltz
And so it seems
We won't find the solution
Confusion leads the dance
We're waiting for the last waltz
I belive that no one in this world has the answers for me
But still I hope that someone has heard
[orchestra solo]
Ohhh you and me
Another revolutionary heavenly romance
Waiting for the last waltz
And so it seems
We won't find the solution
Confusion leads the dance
We're waiting for the last waltz
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