whispers at a bedroom door,
and bunched fabric on the musty floor
temptation and a promise fell, tonight.

told stories for an alibi,
a tall order trying to justify
the wax dripping from the hazy candle light.


i never knew her name,
spilt liquor and a wicked game,

never turned around,
just kept flying till i hit the ground, and i,
never stopped to feel the wind blow.

i never heard that trumpet sound.
just another empty lie,
the same story from a different guy,

but i think you know the ending already, babe
i think you know the ending already, babe.


heady nights built on broken dreams,
and yes, it's just the way you think it seems,
there's no running from the bed i made tonight.


i never knew her name
just spilt liquor and a wicked game.

never turned around
just kept flying till i hit the ground, and i,
never stopped to feel the wind blow

never heard that trumpet sound.
just another empty lie
the same story from a different guy,

and i think you know the ending already, baby

i think you know the ending already babe...