A Little Death

Vacancy was lit, the guests were checking in

The concierge was cold,

The water pipes had mold all over them

The room was fit for two,

The bed was left in ruins

The neighbor was knocking, yeah

But no one would let him in

Dancing through the night

A vodka and a sprite

A glimpse of the silhouettes

A night that they never forget

She sought death on a queen-sized bed

And he had said, "Darling, your looks can kill,

So now you’re dead."

Touch me, yeah

I want you to touch me there

Make me feel like I am breathing

Feel like I am human

Touch me, yeah

I want you to touch me there

Make me feel like I am breathing

Feel like I am human, again

The Neighbourhood - A Little Death

Just a little piece of Heaven, again.
Reality is nothing / imagination is everything.