Three voices weave a confessional poem about love overriding everything else. One wakes broke in a motel, indifferent to it all. Another, drunk, holds onto a feeling that could burn them but refuses to let go, chasing a shared rhythm with someone they need.
The best things in life start as a dream until they become reality.
Wake up, 2 PM. I don't know where we are, looks like a cheap motel with our clothes on the floor. I don't know how we ended up here, and we've been flying high. Are we going to So far I got no cash left and I'm losing my job over you, but I don't care about that.
But I got you close and kind of hoping that one day we'll get the rhythm of it. Yeah, 'cause no one knows if we're just jumping out the window, try to cling on to it. You got me holding on to something I know I can't burn it down, but I don't care about it 'cause I love the way it feels.
Yeah, I know it's bad, but I can't resist.
When I look in your eyes, I don't know what is real. All I know is that I could go anywhere, anywhere, as long as you're with me. Oh, I'm drunk and I know it, but you got me holding on to something I know it can burn me down, but I don't care about it 'cause I got you close. I'm kind of hoping One day we'll get the rhythm of it. We'll get the rhythm of it. We'll get the rhythm of it.
