This is the last time 
 That you'll ever hear me say: 
 Last call for a better life 
 In wedding and cheap champagne. 
 Last call for a friday night 
 In bathroom stalls and crowded bar. 
 Last call. Right before your eyes, 
 We celebrate our separate lives. 
 Last Call. Where are you friends? 
 They're speaking secrets in a silent shout: 
 Everything we build, it falls apart, 
 And the architect abandons us. 

 Last call, when i held you tight, 
 The dj played cuts from The Knife. 
 Last call, where we used to meet, 
 Now we look away and we skip a beat. 
 Circular Breathing will separate these feelings 
 with heart attack efficiency, 
 Erase the figure as it falls. 

 (Support collapses at the center of this opposition. 
 This [bad word] calls for circular resuscitation) 

 The wedding starts 
 The guests appear 
 The church bells ringing endlessly 
 Bride and groom are hand in hand 
 And everything goes as it's planned: 
 The parents smile, 
 The priest chokes up, 
 The organ plays "Amazing Grace" 
 And underneath the thin white veil 
 You can hear them say: 
 "Last call for the matching hearts 
 Last call for the yellow birds 
 Last call for the two of us" 
 And the people sing 
 La la la la, la la la...