Songtext von Grand Finale

Encore, night is almost over I'm bored, wanna leave It felt good before but now it's getting older 'Cause there's no more empathy Final firework of summer, your phone falls into the fire It's the last act of a dying cellphone Last call of a desperate man Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up I think of you It's our grand finale Drugstore, twenty-four hour market We'll go before we see Final firework of summer, your phone falls into the fire It's the last act of a dying cellphone Last call of a desperate man Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up I think of you It's our grand finale Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up I think of you It's our grand finale It's the last act of a dying cellphone Last call of a desperate man A strange sense of relief Strange sense of relief Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up I think of you It's our grand finale Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up I think of you It's our grand finale