It's four a.m.,
i'm drunk and alone
trying to call you
on a public phone
i wanted passion,
i wanted desire
my heart is a flame that pains me
if i do not light it on fire
I'm the perfect picture
of a perfect fool
you're out doing
what i wanted you to
i'm in the heartbreak hotel
and there's a desk clerk for hire
my heart is a flame that pains me
if i do not light it in fire
How can i tell you
just how it feels
how do you make love stay
and how do you know
if what's staying is real
I was the one
full of whiskey and talk
i was the one
with the skip in his walk
you say the truth hurts,
yeah well, so does a liar
my heart is a flame that pains me
if i do not light it on fire