Ice-Machine Alcove

Hey, yeah

I called my old line

just to see who would pick up

Found a new owner in a motel layout

By the ice-machine alcove,

hummin' a tune

He named-dropped a beach that he never flew to (never went,

no)

Fuego in the dark,

we burn it up Torn paper,

got the ticket stub Oh-oh-oh,

we dance under the pressure

(so high!) Fuego in the dark,

we burn it up (burn it up)

He talked for an hour,

didn't know who I was

While the neon sign hummed,

we shared the same buzz

He had the ticket stub sticking out of his coat

From the very same show where we lost all our hope

Wait, he said he bought that coat at a thrift downtown

With the ticket still sealed where the seam unravels down

It wasn't his memory,

it was mine in his hand

An old stranger living out the life that we planned

Fuego in the dark,

we burn it up Torn paper,

got the ticket stub Oh-oh-oh,

we dance under the pressure (so high!) Fuego in the dark,

we burn it up (burn it up)

Just a stranger on the line (with my memories) Torn stub in

the night