Oh, I know you'll weep for him
and for a while you'll only think of him.
I'll wait, even though you don't want me to.
You'll forget him, even though you don't know.
If you open your eyes, one day you'll see
that every love you have seems to be the last one.
And yet you know that, sooner or later,
the true love you want comes and it is the last one.
If you look me in the eye, and if you believe me
one day you'll say, “It was the last one,
it was the last love, it was the last love.”
Now I know you'll weep for him
and for a while you'll only think of him.
If you open your eyes, one day you'll see
that every love you have seems to be the last one.
And yet you know that, sooner or later,
the true love you want comes and it is the last one.
If you look me in the eye, and if you believe me
one day you'll say, “It was the last one,
it was the last love, it was the last love.”
If you open your eyes, one day you'll see
that every love you have seems to be the last one.
And yet you know that, sooner or later,
the true love you want comes and it is the last one.
If you look me in the eye, and if you believe me
one day you'll say, “It was the last one,
it was the last love, it was the last love.”