It Can't Last (Home) - Gustavo Santaolalla

Mary, what looked like a mirage Made of glimmering silver in sunken eyes It was actually there in the palm of my hand But your existence is widely debated I'm godless and wrecked But I can't live by those stakes The semantics are totally outdated And the love I had is never enough It bores me and and leaves me frustrated I'm the last to make it home I'm the last to call it off I'm the last to meet my bed And last to bring home the bread And last to make it home Mary, you were online The sociopathic part of me Hit the 'like' In the hopes I'd coax you out of my derelict fantasy A bump in the road Turned into a fissure I currently live in Though I am a soundboard to some With myself I am not so forgiving I'm the last to make it home I'm the last to call it off I'm the last to meet my bed And last to bring home the bread And last to make it home I'm the last to make it home I'm the last to call it off I'm the last to meet my bed Last to bring home the bread Last to make it home Mary, looked like a mirage Glimmering silver in sunken eyes

Mary, what looked like a mirage Made of glimmering silver in sunken eyes It was actually there in the palm of my hand But your existence is widely debated I'm godless and wrecked But I can't live by those stakes The semantics are totally outdated And the love I had is never enough It bores me and and leaves me frustrated I'm the last to make it home I'm the last to call it off I'm the last to meet my bed And last to bring home the bread And last to make it home Mary, you were online The sociopathic part of me Hit the 'like' In the hopes I'd coax you out of my derelict fantasy A bump in the road Turned into a fissure I currently live in Though I am a soundboard to some With myself I am not so forgiving I'm the last to make it home I'm the last to call it off I'm the last to meet my bed And last to bring home the bread And last to make it home I'm the last to make it home I'm the last to call it off I'm the last to meet my bed Last to bring home the bread Last to make it home Mary, looked like a mirage Glimmering silver in sunken eyes

If you wanna roll me Then you gotta roll me all night long And if you wanna use me Then you gotta use me 'til I'm gone I'm not a fallen angel I just fell behind I'm outta luck and I'm outta time If you don't wanna love me Let me go I'm runnin' for the last train I'm runnin' for the last train home If you wanna know me Then you gotta know me through and through And if you gonna hurt me Then you gotta hold me next to you No matter how you work it Things go wrong I put my heart where it don't belong So if you coming with me Let me know Maybe you're the last train Maybe you're the last train home I'm on the last train runnin' I'm on the last train runnin' And I surrender And I surrender I'm on the last train runnin' I'm on the last train runnin' And I surrender And I surrender I'm on the last train runnin' I'm on the last train runnin' And I surrender And I surrender I'm on the last train runnin' I'm on the last train runnin' And I surrender I surrender