Twisters

I like the voices on the radio I like the feeling of changing lanes Moonlight pooling in the backs of cars Clothes drying on a wire fence Corridors Rambling capillaries A gaping hellmouth by the door Takes all day for the tears to start falling When they hit the ground they become nothing at all You spoke a new word that rhymed right with the feeling I watch my face change in the mirror by the bar Lights flash and rain drips from the ceiling I hope a whip of lightning cuts me right in two I hope a whip of lightning cuts me right in two Hear the crackle of a coffee pot Hear thе sound of a closing door Your back turned smoking a cigarette Watching a pot that'll nеver boil Wash my hands in the blue light of the bathroom Plunge my fingers down into the sink Hear my heartbeat drift in space Yeah it drifts for days and days You spoke a new word that rhymed right with the feeling I watch my face change in the mirror by the bar Lights flash and rain drips from the ceiling I hope a whip of lightning cuts me right in two I hope a whip of lightning cuts me right in two I hope a whip of lightning cuts me right in two I hope a whip of lightning cuts me right in two