Amanda Park by Telephone Explosions Lyrics

I am a fragment of a remnant of a story
That ended in Amanda Park
In a room in a motel by the side of the road
That from everyone was far

I was mistaken for a praying man
Like a priest dressed all in black
I found solace in solitude
I will never come back

Money on the dresser, pillows in the wardrobe
A single word, a telephone
A name that was found in the pages of a book
For a man that was all alone

I was mistaken for a praying man
Suspended by the neck
I found solace in solitude
I won't ever come back

Nowhere isn't really a place
But Amanda Park is close