Brothers On a Hotel Bed

You may tire of me as our December sun is setting

'Cause I'm not who I used to be

No longer easy on the eyes

But these wrinkles masterfully disguise the youthful boy below

Who turned your way and saw something he was not looking for

Both a beginning and an end

But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize

When he catches his reflection on accident

On the back of a motorbike

With your arms outstretched, trying to take flight, leaving everything behind

But even at our swiftest speed, we couldn't break from the concrete

In the city where we still reside

And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn

For the sea like navy men

'Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides

Like brothers on a hotel bed

Like brothers on a hotel bed

Like brothers on a hotel bed

Like brothers on a hotel bed

You may tire of me as our December sun is setting

'Cause I'm not who I used to be