it's four am, i'm drunk and alone
trying to call you on a public phone
i wanted passion, i wanted desire
my heart is a flame that pains me
if i do not light it on fire

i'm the perfect picture of a perfect fool
you're out doing what i wanted you to
i'm in the heartbreak hotel and there's a desk clerk for hire
my heart is a flame that pains me
if i do not light it on fire

how can i tell you
just how it feels
how do you make love stay
and how do you know if what's staying is real

i was the one full of whiskey and talk
i was the one with the skip in his walk
you say the truth hurts, yeah well, so does a liar
my heart is a flame that pains me
if i do not light it on fire