Late Calls

(hummm, mmm)

Hotel Bible in the dusty wooden drawer

Cold air blowing in the loading bay door

You only call me when the clock strikes three

Pretending you didn't check the screen

And it's a late night game we play

Chasing the summer heat away

Oh,

let the rhythm take the wheel

Tell me is this real

Underneath the fading summer sky

Watching all the hours pass us by

Parking spaces under halogen glow

We speak a language only we could know

You turn the radio up way too loud

To lose ourselves inside the crowd

Oh, let the rhythm take the wheel

Tell me is this real

Underneath the fading summer sky

Watching all the hours pass us by

Late summer night... Pretending you didn't check the screen...

(mmm, yeah)