my heart’s rigged to the telephone
trembles in my chest every time you call

sometimes it’s hard to tell our love from vice
wasted days and wasted nights

and the world was spinning faster
you left me hanging by the wire
you’re such a beautiful disaster
all that I desire

nightime falls and I fall too
we stay awake by the drunken moon

the summer night chill makes our lips turn blue
your intentions are vague but your kiss burns true

the higher we climb the further we fall
the harder we try the weaker we are

one last toast for the love we chased
one last sin before you walk away
one last kiss like a silent prayer