Last Chance

Soft Cell · Live [2003]

In a city lost in time

Somewhere sordid and sublime



We met over a gin and lime

One rainy evening



Survivors clinging to the mast

Trying to make the moment last just



Two people way past their prime



And how it shows



So come over here

For some romance



And dance with me



Like it's the last dance



And come home with me



Won't you come home with me



This is our last chance for love



You thought you looked like Carol White



Bleached hair piled upon your head but



You looked more like a lady of the night



Instead



In your see-through plastic mac



Homage to cheap sixties tack you're

So far out You're on your way back in

Again



I've wasted too many chances



On small ads and Internet romances



So come home with me



Won't you come home with me

This is our last chance for love



I toyed with a cigarette



Trying to look aloof and sexy



But I couldn't see for the smoke



In my eyes



OK, I have a shaky limp and



Dress a little like a pimp but



After your drink I'll still look OK



In a good light



I had some dreams where did they all go



Gone with my years



Nothing left to show



So come home with me



Won't you come home with me

This is our last chance for love



Come home with me



Won't you come home with me



This is our last chance

For romance



Our last chance



Come home with me



Won't you come home with me

This is our last chance for love



This is our last chance



This is our last chance for love