Jenny Owen Youngs

Last Person
Where you're sitting on the barstool Keeping motionless as you can be You're thinking maybe if you're lucky Life is like T-Rex and stillness will sweep you away to where it stays Cause you're feeling like the last person left on the planet tonight And your scanning the horizon seeking out signs of life And you pray that you're wrong but you're right So hold on tight Cause all that stares back at you is bloodless zombie eyes Why don't you come home with me tonight, alright? I'm not trying to make you think that this is some kind of great big deal I just know exactly how you feel I could be the thing you reach for in the middle of night Maybe be the one who treats you right Let me be the one who treats you right Now you know never seen me There's no reason for you to pay mind But I'm asking very nicely and all it takes is one step to start leaving the dead behind And to try out walking life And what's the worst thing that could happen We find out that we don't quite fit On the flipside we could be just right And sure there's a chance that we both end up broken and split But that's my kind of risk So quit worrying where they fall if you should roll the dice Why don't you come home with me tonight, alright SongtexteNot trying to make you think that this is some kind of great big deal I just know exactly how you feel I could be the thing you reach for in the middle of night Maybe be the one who treats you right Let me be the one who treats you right Aus Songtexte Mania