The Freefall Songtext
von Cory Branan

The moon was low enough
To put your drinks on
So we hauled it up

Got our drink on

And I was fucked up
As my haircut
She was wasting
Good perfume
And it was useless
As the truth is
In these ruthless
Little rooms

Truth be told
All that we saw
Was something to hold
Through the free fall
Through the free fall


And I inhaled the tangled perfume
Of her summer hair
Strands of motel shampoo
Or laments of pear
And to be honest
I felt nothing
And said nothing
To be fair

Truth be told
All that we saw
Was something to hold
Through the free fall
Through the free fall

I′ve been drinking with those three chord girls
Everybody knows
Exactly how they go

I was shaving
By moonlight
She was feeling
For her dress
And we were talking


About something
Dull blades make
A fucking mess
And my eyes turned
To face hers
Black mirrors
Facing mirrors

Truth be told
All that we saw
Was something to hold
Through the free fall
Through the free fall