I hear you're lonely in a room
in a hotel with the broken pieces
of a heart and you’re not sure
what pieces are yours
and I have to wonder
if any of them are mine
because I was there
just the other night
feeling that way to
as I walked the streets all alone
and if I had stayed another night
would we have beaten fate
by sharing our desperation
under blue moon tears
and careless whispers of whiskey
stirring dead dreams and cold ice
and found comfort in a drunken haze
of naked lullabies
and hard kisses of soft sin
and forgotten what damage love can do
as we pass the night pretending
not to see the loneliness
reflected back from each other’s eyes