The moon is low enough

to put your drinks on

so we called it up

and got our drink on



i was f**ked up as my haircut

she was wasting good perfume

it was useless

as the truth is

in these ruthless little rooms

truth be told

all that we saw

was something to hold

through the freefall

through the freeall



i inhaled the tangled perfume

of her summer hair

strands of motel shampoo

pariaments and pear

and to be honest

i felt nothing

and said nothing to be fair

truth be told

all that we saw

was something to hold

through the freefall

through the freefall



ive been drinking with those three chord girls

now everybody knows exactly how that goes

oh oh oh oh's



and i was shaving by moonlight

she was feeling for her dress

now we were talking about something

dull blades make a f**king mess

and my eyes turned to face hers

like mirrors facing mirrors

truth be told

all that we saw

was something to hold through the freefall

through the freefall