About Last Night

Once long ago, and far away in a crystal palace,
There lived a prince, so strong and might, his name was Wallace
Life he said was just a glimpse and he wanted more
He had a Ford — I think — and a place in Northern California
and every night, he’d whisper: «Baby, I adore ya»
a broken frame beside my window, so long ago
when he turned to say:
If I should fall, I know you’d be right there to catch me
You know it all, you use my head, my bed, my lusting
Life can be so cruel without you, I could lose it all
About last night I’ll let nobody know, I promise
(it's not about you, it’s not about me,
Or all the mess we’ve been through)
About last night, you twist my hand and I’m a goddess,
and make my dreams all come true)
Life can be so cruel you taught me, I could lose it all
Then you turn to say:
No one will love you more than me,
I know now that what I claim to be is a lie
Breath in, breath out, get in, get out,
Inside my head the mess keeps burning
Give in, give out, come in my mouth
The covers stick, my body’s calling
What should I do when all is through?
(it's your turn to speak your name, raise your hand out)
and everything points back to nowhere?
What should I say? (wave goodnight.)
And what’s to blame? Turn the lights out. It’s over