The moon is low enough To put your drinks on So we called it up And got our drink on I was fucked 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 fucking 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