Music Box

we staggered outsidetwo figures imposingwe were bobbing and weavingthe pubs were all closingwe stumbled upstairs as the rain started pouringthe roommate was naked and passed out and snoringthen i believe i drunk-dialed your numbermy hands started shakingi felt incumberedi poured a bourbon in a tumbler with rocksyour voice sounded just like a music boxyour voice sounded just like a music boxno pain, no gaini drive you insaneleft in the rainmy heart is stainedyou yelled in my ear for me to get homebut the party was raging and i dropped the phonewe tripped outside as the sun started risingwe tried to buy more, but it was false advertisingthen i believe we trolleyed to mexicowe shot tequilathe sun was a-glowi dialed your number at the phone by the docksyour voice sounded just like a music boxyour voice sounded just like a music boxno pain, no gainyou drive me insaneleft in the rainyour heart is stainedhope we're not throughp.s. i love youwell we almost got locked up for public urinationbut we paid off the cops right in front of the stationwe sheepishly crossed the international borderand back in the states, well, our lives were in orderthen i believe i finally came homei said i was sorry, you looked so alonei stripped all the way to my boxers and socksyour voice sounded just like a music boxyour voice sounded just like a music boxno pain, no gaini drive you insanei am to blameour hearts are stainedhope we're not throughp.s. i love you