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LAST GLIMPSE OF YOU

Standing on the stairs five steps above me
You’re crying just to get your message through
Honey, can you smile and look at the camera?
This could be my last best glimpse of you

You say you’ve grown up and you’ve left it all behind
Those summer nights, lying half-naked in my car
At some point you turned around, looking for your man
And found a little boy lost among the stars

My last best glimpse, last best glimpse of you
You’re moving on, I’m giving in
My last best glimpse, last best glimpse of you
Your last best glimpse of me

Time is running fast and time is money
You’ll go out there and find out what it means
Now everybody’s got his place in society
And everybody puts some blame on me

Now that you’ve grown up and you’ve left it all behind
Now that you’ve stitched up every rip there in your jeans
I can’t stand to watch your face and see another girl
So close to what you are and far from what you’ve been

My last best glimpse, last best glimpse of you
You’re moving on, I’m giving in
My last best glimpse, last best glimpse of you
Your last best glimpse of me

My last best glimpse, last best glimpse of you
My last best glimpse, last best glimpse of me
My last best glimpse, last best glimpse
Your last best glimpse of me

Click here for the translation in Italian

Standing on the stairs, five steps above me
You cry to get the message across better
Honey, can you smile and look at the camera?
This could be my last best view of you

You say you've grown up and left it all behind
Those summer nights, half naked in my car
At some point you turned, looking for your man
And you saw a boy lost among the stars

My last best view, last best view of you
You move on, I let go
My last best view, last best view of you
Your last best view of me

Time runs and time is money
You'll go out there to see what it means
Now everyone has their place in society
And everyone blames me for something

Now that you've grown up and left it all behind
Now that you've mended every tear in your jeans
I can't look you in the face and see another girl
So close to what you are and so far from what you were

My last best view, last best view of you
You move on, I let go
My last best view, last best view of you
Your last best view of me

My last best view, last best view of you
My last best view, last best view of me
My last best view, last best view
Your last best view of me

THE CROWSROADS • 3923706803 / 3404582812 • thecrowsroadsdate@gmail.com