The moon was low enough
To put your drinks on
So we ponied up
And got our drink on

And I was fucked 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 fucking 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