| Song | Our Last Night |
| Artist | Better Than Ezra |
| Album | Before The Robots |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| We were standin' in an empty room | |
| The moonlight was falling | |
| You were holding my hand | |
| When the car pulled up for you | |
| And I could have spent a life with you | |
| But those days were over | |
| You were calling my name | |
| When your face faded from view | |
| And wasn't it you who told me? | |
| The sun would always chase the day | |
| And wasn't it you who told me? | |
| Angels fly in the air tonight, saying | |
| ‽Wasn't it just like swimming out on the lake?†| |
| And stars collide and the air's alive | |
| Or was it just like those promises that you made | |
| On our last night? | |
| I remember waking up with you | |
| The days doing nothing | |
| You meant more to me | |
| Then than I think you ever knew | |
| But you were gonna be a doctor, movie star | |
| A poet at a Nobel seminar | |
| I hope the world never tore that out of you | |
| 'Cause wasn't it you who told me? | |
| The sun would always chase the day | |
| Yeah, wasn't it you who told me? | |
| Angels fly in the air tonight, saying | |
| ‽Wasn't it just like swimming out on the lake?†| |
| And stars collide and the air's alive | |
| Or was it just like those promises that you made | |
| And what ever happened to the things you loved | |
| And the songs we played, and the Indian days | |
| Whatever happened to the things you gave away? | |
| Like Harold and Maude singin' | |
| Like Harold and Maude singin' | |
| I was waving as you drove away | |
| The sunlight was falling | |
| You were writing backwards | |
| In a dusty window pane | |
| Angels fly in the air tonight, saying | |
| ‽Wasn't it just like swimming out on the lake?†| |
| And stars collide and the air's alive | |
| Or was it just like those promises that you made | |
| On our last night? On our last night | |
| On our last night, on our last, on our last |
| We were standin' in an empty room | |
| The moonlight was falling | |
| You were holding my hand | |
| When the car pulled up for you | |
| And I could have spent a life with you | |
| But those days were over | |
| You were calling my name | |
| When your face faded from view | |
| And wasn' t it you who told me? | |
| The sun would always chase the day | |
| And wasn' t it you who told me? | |
| Angels fly in the air tonight, saying | |
| Wasn' t it just like swimming out on the lake? | |
| And stars collide and the air' s alive | |
| Or was it just like those promises that you made | |
| On our last night? | |
| I remember waking up with you | |
| The days doing nothing | |
| You meant more to me | |
| Then than I think you ever knew | |
| But you were gonna be a doctor, movie star | |
| A poet at a Nobel seminar | |
| I hope the world never tore that out of you | |
| ' Cause wasn' t it you who told me? | |
| The sun would always chase the day | |
| Yeah, wasn' t it you who told me? | |
| Angels fly in the air tonight, saying | |
| Wasn' t it just like swimming out on the lake? | |
| And stars collide and the air' s alive | |
| Or was it just like those promises that you made | |
| And what ever happened to the things you loved | |
| And the songs we played, and the Indian days | |
| Whatever happened to the things you gave away? | |
| Like Harold and Maude singin' | |
| Like Harold and Maude singin' | |
| I was waving as you drove away | |
| The sunlight was falling | |
| You were writing backwards | |
| In a dusty window pane | |
| Angels fly in the air tonight, saying | |
| Wasn' t it just like swimming out on the lake? | |
| And stars collide and the air' s alive | |
| Or was it just like those promises that you made | |
| On our last night? On our last night | |
| On our last night, on our last, on our last |
| We were standin' in an empty room | |
| The moonlight was falling | |
| You were holding my hand | |
| When the car pulled up for you | |
| And I could have spent a life with you | |
| But those days were over | |
| You were calling my name | |
| When your face faded from view | |
| And wasn' t it you who told me? | |
| The sun would always chase the day | |
| And wasn' t it you who told me? | |
| Angels fly in the air tonight, saying | |
| Wasn' t it just like swimming out on the lake? | |
| And stars collide and the air' s alive | |
| Or was it just like those promises that you made | |
| On our last night? | |
| I remember waking up with you | |
| The days doing nothing | |
| You meant more to me | |
| Then than I think you ever knew | |
| But you were gonna be a doctor, movie star | |
| A poet at a Nobel seminar | |
| I hope the world never tore that out of you | |
| ' Cause wasn' t it you who told me? | |
| The sun would always chase the day | |
| Yeah, wasn' t it you who told me? | |
| Angels fly in the air tonight, saying | |
| Wasn' t it just like swimming out on the lake? | |
| And stars collide and the air' s alive | |
| Or was it just like those promises that you made | |
| And what ever happened to the things you loved | |
| And the songs we played, and the Indian days | |
| Whatever happened to the things you gave away? | |
| Like Harold and Maude singin' | |
| Like Harold and Maude singin' | |
| I was waving as you drove away | |
| The sunlight was falling | |
| You were writing backwards | |
| In a dusty window pane | |
| Angels fly in the air tonight, saying | |
| Wasn' t it just like swimming out on the lake? | |
| And stars collide and the air' s alive | |
| Or was it just like those promises that you made | |
| On our last night? On our last night | |
| On our last night, on our last, on our last |