This is the last call, for HopenIt wasn't meant as a lifelinenBut I hope it guides you homenI'll wake you up, dear MittensnWhen it's time to gonI'll throw these rocksnAt your windownnThis is the last call, for HopenThis is a sign that the wide-eyed nWill always lead you homen'Cause sleeping is a killernAnd you should strive for morenThan spending nine long hours of every daynWith your head on the floornnThis is the last calln(This is the last call)nnSome kid said that I'm well versed in versesnToo many guitars and hardened fingersnI say my songs took my soulnnI’m far from Doyle or HellernBut I think something's wrongnWhen only old car speakers nGive soul to the songs I've sungnnThis is the last callnOh, this is the last callnnI've got cigarettes and tonightnBut no light, God, irony is a joken'Cause when my soul's alightnAnd the fire is rifenI bet there's nothing left to smokennThis is the last calln(This is the last call)nYeah, this is the last calln(This is the last call)nOh, this is the last calln(This is the last call)nThis is the last calln(This is the last call)nnSo this is the last call, for HopenAnd this is a sign that the wide-eyed nWill always lead you homennThis is the last calln(This is the last call)nYeah, this is the last calln(This is the last call)nOh, this is the last calln(This is the last call)nThis is the last...nnThis is the last callnnErhem. Ready.