*In my hands.*

Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue.
Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see;
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me.
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

*The hotel is empty, still, waiting. It wants to be filled, be it with the ululating wail of madness or the desperate cries of lust. It is waiting.*

*So am I.*

*It watches over me like an indulgent parent, smiling knowingly as I pace this rooftop. I'm watching for your car. It is rather...distinctive, you know.*

Well the room is crowded, people everywhere.
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it,
before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it.
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

*I'm nervous. What do I do when you arrive? Do I greet you formally, as a Sire should a childe? Or should I wait for you to tell me why you're here, even though we both know why? What I want to do is take hold of you, put you in your place, and never let you leave again.*

*In my bed.*

Well the night does funny things inside a man,
these old tom-cat feelings you don't understand.
Well I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met.
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

*So I remind myself that you're suffering. That you're sick. Blood won't stay down; that means you're weak. We have to take care of that first. Maybe then, when you're stronger, we can get into the difficult parts.*

*You love me still.*

I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late,
you'd like some company.
Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me,
the guy you're with has up and split, the chair next to you's free.
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

*We've changed, both of us. I want to believe that we can still find in each other, and ourselves, something good and solid. I know it can't be what we had before, not exactly. I no longer desire to be covered in the blood of children. I doubt you do either. But the knowing, the closeness, the silent speaking and still dancing and... that, that is what we can have again.*

*If you want it.*

*I'm going downstairs now, to wait in the lobby. I don't want you to show up and me not be there. I will always be here for you. Waiting. Not patiently mind you, but waiting still. Always waiting. For you.*

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out.
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you, you're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round.
And I think that I just fell in love with you.

*And now I hear the door.*