Hotel Bible Confession
(hmmm,
yeah)
Fluorescent bathroom glow, a crooked tie
Staring at the stranger in the glass tonight
(ooh) There's a hotel Bible in the bedside drawer
But I'm counting pennies on this tiled floor
I see the ghost of who I almost became
Dancing slow like the lens forgot my name
And we're running out of style,
running on empty Beautiful losers in the soft crime pop scene Oh,
we dance like the flash didn't hit us yet Living in the
middle of a sweet regret
Gold watch, fake luxury
on display
We hide the bruised knuckles under sleeves of gray
(yeah) Another silent partner in a petty trade
Watching all the promises we quickly made
And we're running out of style,
running on empty Beautiful losers in the soft crime pop scene Oh,
we dance like the flash didn't hit us yet Living in the
middle of a sweet regret
Just a shadow in the glass
(let it fade)