| Thursday - Last Call | |
| This is the last call | |
| They'll ever hear me send | |
| Last call for a better life | |
| Wedding bells and cheap champagne | |
| Last call for a Friday night | |
| In bathroom stalls and crowded bars | |
| Last call right before your eyes | |
| We celebrate our severed lives | |
| Last call, where are your friends | |
| They speak the sin, the sin of silence now | |
| Everything we build, it falls apart | |
| And the architect abandons us | |
| Last call when I held you tight | |
| The DJ played cuts from the night | |
| Last call where we used to meet | |
| Know we looked away, and we still repeat | |
| Circular breathing | |
| We'll separate these feelings | |
| Heart attack, efficiency | |
| Erase the figure as it falls | |
| Everything we build, it falls apart | |
| And the architect abandons us | |
| The wedding starts, the guests step in | |
| The church bells ringing endlessly | |
| The bride and groom are hand in hand | |
| And everything goes as it's planned | |
| Parents smile, the priest chokes up | |
| Organ plays Amazing Grace | |
| And underneath the thin white veil | |
| You can hear them say | |
| Last call for the matching hearts | |
| Last call for the yellow birds | |
| Last call for the two of us | |
| And the people sang |