Plastic Cup Toast
Yeah,
yeah
One last toast with a plastic cup
Under the boardwalk, under the rain
(yeah) Calling me late just to break it again
Raise up your cup,
we can toast to the ghost
But you will be gone when the morning is close
Neon-colored lights on the wet concrete
You only call me when you hear the street
Saying let's run, saying let's ride
But I know you'll fade with the morning tide
Solo llamas tarde, solo para ver
If I'll drink the story that you sell
One more sip from a plastic cup
Before the illusion burns right up
Under the boardwalk, under the rain
(yeah) Calling me late just to break it again
Raise up your cup,
we can toast to the ghost
But you will be gone when the morning is close
Raindrops falling on the warm plastic cup
(salud) We build it all up just to tear it all up
No morning plans, just a midnight delay
Why do you play?
Gone by the morning (by morning...) Just a tourist heartbreak
One last sip...