Hotel Fire - Hem

Ten dollars for the room

Torn blankets smell like old perfume

Then love checks in, trips a wire

Skips the bill, sets a fire

And leaves the wreck that’s left behind

With one desire, one desire…

Don’t worry about the key

Lock’s busted and the chain is free

Light comes up, the sun goes down

A rented room, a borrowed town

We’ll burn the memories to the ground

With one more round, one more round, one more round

Ten miles until the dawn

A sign lights up and it pulls you on

So strip the bed, slash the tire —

A broken home, a hotel fire

You ask yourself again, am I

Your one desire, one desire, one desire…