Noam Bleen - Opera House Lyrics

Opera house
Grandmas in line for the show
But I'm going to see my friends
And drink some wine in the park
The traffic is stuck
Cars in line for the show
Everybody is going downtown
It's Friday night but not for us

Act one
The tenor's singing
It's late
Strings vibrating
I'm fine
'Cause my liver's ready
For a dangerous night

Hope has run out
I'm bound to walk half a mile
Well, I hope my greedy friends
Haven't drunk all the stuff
Opera house
I saw you in line for the show
I hardly remember your name
But I think you live on my floor

Act two
My friends are boring
Drink hard
The wine is pouring
I'm high
And I simply can't help thinking of you

Act three
I can't forget you
Stay up
I have to forget you
Drink more
Till I can't remember what I had to forget

Oh
Then suddenly waiting
Suddenly waiting
Suddenly waiting at your door
Though I don't know you at all
No, I don't know you at all

Opera house
You're finally coming home,
But I must have drunk too much
And I fell asleep in the hall
Oh, no