Hotels

Heard your name whispered in passing

So fake and it's so faded

I'm jaded, I'm out of touch

Saying things you want to know

Your thick skin, bled right in

You got a tattoo just for something to show

Golden like the streets

You've got a hold on me

Your touch, the pressure

I passed that old hotel

That I know you know better than anyone could

Your breaking in your new mould

But some things never change

Your guard is up, we're right back where we started

Golden like the streets

You've got a hold on me

Your touch, the pressure

I keep pretending

I don't see

The weight behind your eyes

Only Melbourne knows my lies