If the heatwave don't break what's left of this town We'll be lost in the lake the fires surround And our love could burn twice as bright But it's not that kind of night Before everything you know that I've ever known Turns into something for me to let go of I wish I was holding you tight But it's not that kind of night A telephone call someplace in the dark's like a razorblade line across my heart Scratch-marks on diamonds thrown into the street Oh I wanted you more than I cared about me If a life is as long as someone is deep You dropped a quarter in the well and you never heard a thing But at the bottom is where I found the light But it's not that kind of night Oh your widening eyes on a one-way street The cars went all crooked as you smashed everything No more goodbyes, no more tears or lies I loved you more than I loved my own life So when they board up the mansion, the motel is fine I'll wait by the window for your car to drive by And dream you back by my side But it's not that kind of night I wish I was holding you tight But it's not that kind of night