Falling Out Of Love

Written by Mary Gauthier It's a cheap hotel, the heat pipes hiss The bathroom's down the hall, and it smells like piss It's another night in another town And I'm another blues traveler headed down Falling out of love is a dangerous thing With its slippery slopes and its weighted wings With its birds of prey circling overhead Casting vulture shadows on barren beds Let me out, set me free Let me out, set me free The clock inside the church bell tower Rings your name every hour I see your face, I touch your hair Then the ringing fades and nobody's there Falling out of love is a treacherous thing With its crucible kiss and its ravaged ring With its holy whispers and labyrinth lies Sacrilegious hungry sighs Let me out, set me free Let me out, set me free I walk the streets, and I taste the dirt I am flesh and blood, and my body hurts I search your silence looking for a crack For a pa*sageway where I can pull you back Falling out of love is a tedious thing With its jailhouse smirk and its chain gang swing Its time to serve and its sentence set With its warm blood and cold sweat Let me out, set me free