The moon was low enough
To put your drinks on
So we ponied up
And got our drink on
And I was f**ed up
As my haircut
She was wasting
Good perfume
And it was useless
As the truth is
In these ruthless
Little rooms
Truth be told
All that we saw
Was something to hold
Through the freefall
Through the freefall
And I inhaled the tangled perfume
Of her summer hair
Strands of motel shampoo
Parliaments and pear
And to be honest
I felt nothing
And said nothing
To be fair
Truth be told
All that we saw
Was something to hold
Through the freefall
Through the freefall
And I've been drinking with those three chord girls
Ah, everybody knows
Exactly how that goes
And I was shaving
By moonlight
She was feeling
For her dress
And we were talking
About something
Dull blades make
A f**ing mess
And my eyes turned
To face hers
Like mirrors
Facing mirrors
Truth be told
All that we saw
Was something to hold
Through the freefall
Through the freefall