Every night I spend on this fire escape
No fire to speak of, no earthquake just yet
There’s a tremble in my knees
My heart, my head
I’m here again
Like a hotel room
Dusty uninspected pull my bedspread back
God knows what’s touched that
Someone’s singing Amnesia door’s open
I can hear him
He sings for me , of me, about me
But I know he sings his own
You left me a cliché
You left me a cliché
A lock without a key
Bolt cutter cutting
My heart, my head
I’m here again
I’m a hotel room
Dusty uninspected
Pull my bedspread back
God knows what’s touched that
Someone is singing Amnesia door’s open I can hear him
He sings for me, of me, about me but I know
He sings his own