Testo Last Show

Can't wait to watch this room explode
There's oh-so-many years of built up tension
Packed inside this stick count
1-2-3-4 and let it go
Let it dissipate into the empty air
Let it never come back.

We're all smiles at funerals With the fading chords of a joyous song
To mark this passing
1-2-3-4 and we all know
That everything has gotta change
And that nothing could be any different

But tomorrow we'll still wake up to a world
Slightly diminished
Tomorrow, we'll wake up to a world
We'll wake up to a world
To a world without you

This is the last show
This is the last show
This is the last show
This is the last show
This is the last show
This is the last show
This is the last show

And I can't wait to watch this room explode.