[Verse] I've been watching you since half past ten, you pretend not to notice, but you look again and again. My collar's soaked, the floor is sticky too, each song that ends leaves less air between me and you. Your eyes drop to my mouth and linger there, My plans for an early night? I no longer care. [Pre-Chorus] Bodies move in pairs beneath the flashing lights, your eyes catch mine, and I hold them this time. The space between us is wearing thin, one of us has to make the first move in. [Chorus] Last Call, First Move. your thumb hooks my waist, my shirt sticks to me, you're right in my space. You drag it out slow, then you pull me in, I feel that grin before your mouth meets my skin. Your hand at my belt, mine firm on your side, you give me that look like you've got nothing to hide. Last Call, First Move. the room drops away, I came here alone; that's not how I'll stay. Hip to hip, let the bassline bruise, your hands don't ask what your eyes already choose. Last Call, First Move. [Verse] Your fingers catch the loop on my jeans, you tug once, just enough to tell me what you mean. I turn into you, catch your mouth with mine, your teeth graze my lip as we lose track of time. The floor keeps shaking, the crowd surges past, your grip on my waist says this won't be the last. We break for a breath, then we're back at it again, I hold you close, my hand on your skin. [Pre-Chorus] No, it isn't the vodka, it isn't the sound, it's the way you look at me when no one's around. You know what you're doing; I know what I want, we leave the dance floor with the tension still taut. [Chorus] Last Call, First Move. Down the narrow hall, past the bar, past the bouncer, past it all. Your back against the wall, your hands under my shirt, I pull you closer, feel your breath catch first. Your palm moves slowly, warm against my skin, I meet your mouth and pull you back in. Last Call, First Move. No practiced routine, no rehearsed little scene, just the scrape of your stubble and the taste of your grin. Bite, breathe, teeth on skin, the bass fades out, but the rush kicks in. No pause, no pose, just the night's next move, Last Call, First Move. [Verse] The lights snap on; the room looks wrecked, your hair's a mess, my collar's stretched. The staff stack chairs, sweep round our feet, we linger while the last few strangers leave. My phone's gone dead, yours won't connect, the night's not over, we're not done yet. Your place is close, mine's miles away, neither of us turns toward the street. We still stand and sway... [Bridge] Your hand stays hooked around my wrist, my mouth still warm from the last time we kissed. No need to dress this up as fate, we both know why we're running late. Cold air cuts through the heat we've made, the taxi rolls up beneath the streetlight's shade. Yours or mine hangs between us still, you brush my cheek; I lean in until [Final Chorus] Last Call, First Move. Knees pressed tight, the city slides past in the red brake light. Your hand finds mine, then slips to my thigh, I turn to your mouth as the blocks roll by. The driver's eyes catch us in the mirror once. then he turns back to the road while we carry on. Last Call, First Move. Nowhere decided yet, your lips on mine, the meter ticking ahead. [Outro] The city hums beneath the glass, the taste of the night still on our lips. Your place or mine, still left unsaid, we savour the moment, no destination set yet. [Fade Out] Last Call, First Move… Last Call, First Move…
