JENNY OWEN YOUNGS - Last Person
from Transmitter Failure
Well you're sitting on the barstool
Keeping motionless as you can be
Thinking maybe if you lucky
Life is like T-Rex and stillness will sweep you away
To where its safe
Cause you're feeling like the last person
Left on the planet tonight
And your scanning the horizon
Seeking out sign of life and you pray you're wrong but you're right
So hold on tight
Cause all that stares back at you are bloodless zombie eyes
Why don't come on home with me tonight, alright, alright
I'm not trying to make you think this is some kind of great big deal
I just know exactly how you feel
I could be the one you reach for in the middle of the night
Let me be the one who treats you right
Let me be the one who treats you right
Now I know you never seen me
There's no reason for you to pay mine
But I'm asking very nicely
All it takes is one chance to start leaving the dead behind
And try out walking life
What's the worst thing that could happen
We find out that we don't fit
But on the flipside we could be just right
And sure there's a chance that we'll both and up broken and split
But thats my kind of risk
So quit worrying where they'll fall if you should roll the dice
Why don't you come home with me tonight, alright, alright
I'm not trying to make you think this is some kind of great big deal
I just know exactly how you feel
I could be the one you reach for in the middle of the night
Let me be the one who treats you right
Let me be the one who treats you right