If the heatwave don't break what's left of this town
We'll be lost in the lake the fires surround
And our love could burn twice as bright
But it's not that kind of night

Before everything you know that I've ever known
Turns into something for me to let go of
I wish I was holding you tight
But it's not that kind of night

A telephone call someplace in the dark's like a razorblade line across my heart
Scratch-marks on diamonds thrown into the street
Oh I wanted you more than I cared about me

If a life is as long as someone is deep
You dropped a quarter in the well and you never heard a thing
But at the bottom is where I found the light
But it's not that kind of night

Oh your widening eyes on a one-way street
The cars went all crooked as you smashed everything
No more goodbyes, no more tears or lies
I loved you more than I loved my own life

So when they board up the mansion, the motel is fine
I'll wait by the window for your car to drive by
And dream you back by my side
But it's not that kind of night
I wish I was holding you tight
But it's not that kind of night