Old Hotel

We used to have it

Oh, so easy

We held it in our hands

A lazy summer's afterthought

We never made a plan

I remember last September's

Picture-perfect evening

Staring down the sun, I wondered

How we lost the feeling

It's true

Everybody has a question mark on where to stand

Roll my sleeves and cuff my pants

This is not my holy land

Writers writing

Riding high

How many lies do you make?

How many smiles do you fake?

I'll tear you down like an old hotel

By the water that you're drowning in

It's true

How can I be free

When all I want is to be trapped by you?

I do

It's gonna take all summer long

To hold you in my arms

Tell me what I want to hear

Your words are never wrong