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
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