(Words & Music: Peter Millward)
©2006 Drum Music Limited

Left alone, the curtains drawn,
an empty house, an empty room.
A north wind blows down from the mountainside,
so cold inside like a tomb.

The party's over
nothing left but memories,
no cause for celebration,
just go now, I beg you please.

My anger was well founded,
your reactions overblown.
What made you think you should show your face?
It's time to go, the long way home.

The party's over
nothing left but memories,
no cause for celebration,
just go now, I beg you please.

The smell of smoke still hangs in the air...
Just a footnote in a story of despair:
Can anyone hear this unanswered prayer?

The party's over
nothing left but memories,
no cause for celebration,
just go now, I beg you please.

The party's over...