Leonard Vayne, almost real., Cut Davis - Smoke

Last call The chairs are upside down again The stage lights barely glow Somebody left the record spinning Long after everyone had gone Your coat hangs loose across your shoulder You say we really should leave soon But neither one of us is moving While that old trumpet haunts the room The night's almost over At least that's what the clocks insist Stay till the smoke is gone Stay till the smoke is gone Don't let the night go home Don't let the night go home Let the morning wait outside Let the city carry on Stay till the smoke is gone Don't say goodnight yet You start swaying to the music Barely moving, eyes half closed I can't tell if you're still dancing Or just not ready to let go Your hand finds mine so naturally Like it already knew the way And suddenly this empty theatre Feels bigger than the world we know Maybe some nights were never meant To end when all the lights come on Stay till the smoke is gone Stay till the smoke is gone Don't let the night go home Don't let the night go home Let the morning wait outside Let the city carry on Stay till the smoke is gone Don't say goodnight yet Years from now I won't remember every word we said I'll remember Dust in the spotlight Your hand in mine And the way you looked at me When the music almost ended Stay till the smoke is gone Stay till the smoke is gone Don't let the night go home Don't let the night go home Let the morning wait outside Let the city carry on Stay till the smoke is gone Don't say goodnight yet Stay Till the smoke is gone