I don't do this sort of thing, I said As he leaned in and ran his fingers through my hair I could see he didn't believe me And I could tell from his sweet smile he didn't care He slipped his hand under my skirt And for a moment I looked deep into his eyes I didn't see much in there Apart from an emptiness I sadly recognized Let me take you far away from here, he said I know some magic that is sure to pick you up I thought of me alone in my cold hotel bed And I said, yeah, well, why not He took me back to where he lives We had a drink and tried to start a friendly chat But neither of us felt much like talking About the lives that we were there to forget And so he laid me on the bed And we undressed; the street lights sliced us through the blinds His skin felt warm against my body But my body couldn't hold on to my mind I drifted far away above this stranger's room My thoughts walked down the crowded streets of yesterday Until he stopped and asked if he had come to soon I shook my head and turned away We laid a little while in silence Till I got up, got dressed and splashed cold water at my face I better go, I said politely I don't usually stay out this late