Вечерний Джаз, Jazz Noir Project, Smooth Jazz, Jazz Lounge Загнанный в угол (Backed Into a Corner)

The chairs are stacked upon the tables
The bartender is wiping down the wood
We’ve run out of all our romantic fables
We didn't love each other like we should
The neon sign outside is flickering and dying
And I am far too tired to do any crying
You button up your heavy woolen coat
And adjust the silk scarf at your throat
We split the bill and leave a quiet tip
A final, fatal voyage on a sinking ship
We both know this is where the story ends
We can't be lovers, and we won't be friends
We can't be lovers, and we won't be friends
So light the last cigarette
Let the paper burn down to the filter
Let the spinning world fall off its kilter
Breathe in the smoke, breathe out the regret
It’s time to say goodbye
Over the last cigarette
Shoo-doo-wap, da-da-dow...
Mmmm, fading out now...
So light the last cigarette
Let the paper burn down to the filter
Let the spinning world fall off its kilter
Breathe in the smoke, breathe out the regret
It’s time to say goodbye
Over the last cigarette