it's four a.m., i'm drunk and alone   trying to call you on a public phone.   i wanted passion, i wanted desire.   my heart is a flame that pains me   if i do not light it on fire.      i'm the perfect picture of a perfect fool.   you're out doing what i wanted you to   i'm in the heartbreak hotel and there's a desk clerk for hire.   my heart is a flame that pains me   if i do not light it on fire.      how can i tell you   just how it feels.   how do you make love stay   and how do you know if what's staying is real.      i was the one full of whiskey and talk.   i was the one with the skip in his walk.   you say the truth hurts, yeah well, so does a liar.   my heart is a flame that pains me   if i do not light it on fire.