Balcony Confessional

Yeah, yeah

Your number's blocked but your name's in my head

Hotel room drawer with the book unread On this high balcony looking

down low

At all the faces we used to know

Glass of cheap champagne in a plastic cup Trying to make sure

I don't look up (don't look up)

One more track on this balcony high

Watching the shadows under the sky

(under the sky) I should let go but you stay in my

mind

Leaving the worst of the memories behind

Gold watch ticking but the battery's dead

Reading the scriptures that I never read

They're laughing down on the avenue floor I close the slider and

I lock up the door

Stay for one more track (one more track)