Last supper
Melting Masquerade: A Bittersweet Farewell in Last Supper
Lyrics
Everything you knew about me
Everything that was known about me previously
Is no longer true
Is no longer accurate or valid
The cool of you is only melting
The calmness or composure you had is disappearing
into your fondue
It's blending and transforming like cheese in fondue
The masquerade is almost over
The act or facade is nearing its end
No more champagne on ice
No more luxury or indulgence, the celebration is ending
I woke up to ya cold and sober
I woke up to your distant and sober demeanor
with bubbles in my mind
Yet my thoughts are effervescent, filled with bubbles
soap in my eyes
A metaphorical representation of tears or distress
The taste of goodbye, my honey
The experience of saying goodbye, my dear
pie
A conflicting mixture of bitterness and sweetness like a pie
A Bitter sweet wine in the summer sky
Contrasting emotions akin to bitter-sweet wine in summer
Sending a kiss with a line on my postcard
Sending affection or a farewell through a postcard
This will be our last,
This marks the final occasion
Our last supper
Our last communal meal together
Last suppertime
The final time we share a meal
Everything I felt about you
All my feelings towards you were genuine
Happened to be true
They happened to be accurate and true
Take out lo-ve from your menu
Remove love from your offerings or options
Take out yourself too
Also remove yourself from the equation or relationship
Your cherry words have no meaning
Your enticing words are now meaningless
A stone left on your plate
An insignificant or rejected item remaining on your plate
Now there is no jam between us
There is no longer any connection or harmony between us
Violets are red
A play on words, a deviation from the norm
Strawberry’s dead
A symbolic representation of something sweet is no more
The taste of goodbye, my honey
The experience of saying goodbye, my dear
pie
A conflicting mixture of bitterness and sweetness like a pie
А Bitter sweet wine in the summer sky
Contrasting emotions akin to bitter-sweet wine in summer
Sending a kiss with a line on my postcard
Sending affection or a farewell through a postcard
This will be our last,
This marks the final occasion
Our last supper
Our last communal meal together
Last suppertime
The final time we share a meal
Friday I forgot Im in the heart of Rome
Forgetting where I am, lost in the moment in Rome
Saturday night and we’re stealing the show
Taking the spotlight, captivating the audience on Saturday night
Sunday night’s alright for loving you
Expressing affection on Sunday night
Affogato
A dessert with coffee
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