Hotel Lights Super 8mm
snow is falling it's melting in your hair standing out in the cold neon air the bartender is dragging the trash out to the curb button yoru coat no place left but home saint cecilia is crying at a richmond dive I want you to find me I think I've been missing for a while here comes that band that was drinking in the parking lot tell me what it says on the gold charm around your neck now you're in slow motion now you're breaking up now i am like a shakey hand held camera saint cecilia is crying at a downtown dive i want you to find me think i've been missing for a while the girl who works here is crying in the bathroom I tried to stop you but you got into a place you could not explain to anyone my rose my dove my mexican girl tell me that joke again till everyone else goes away jam box on the dashboard playing the Pretenders Now I am like a blown out hand held super 8 this old town is for dry cleaners and violinists and street sweepers and dreamers like us saint cecilia is crying at a richmond dive i want to find me I think I've been missing for a while I tried to stop but you got into a cab and away into the night my rose my dove
