Old Hotel

We used to have it
Oh, so easy
We held it in our hands
A lazy summer's afterthought
We never made a plan

I remember last September's
Picture-perfect evening
Staring down the sun, I wondered
How we lost the feeling

It's true

Everybody has a question mark on where to stand
Roll my sleeves and cuff my pants
This is not my holy land

Writers writing
Riding high
How many lies do you make?
How many smiles do you fake?
I'll tear you down like an old hotel
By the water that you're drowning in

It's true

How can I be free
When all I want is to be trapped by you?
I do

It's gonna take all summer long
To hold you in my arms
Tell me what I want to hear
Your words are never wrong