Motel ice, breath gum kisses, bedroom eyes, lampshade vision
Twelve bottles in a row, nowhere else to go
You let your bathrobe fall to the floor
And your cigarette burn just a little more, my love
Flashing sun out the window
Headlights and gas pump lingo
The converter falls to the floor
There goes the vertical hold
I feel you pull me close
I know you don't wanna be alone, my love
Lift your head up from this bed of clay
The tired quest
The questions fly
And yawn across the sky
In your motor motel
Sleepless nights
Your dreams all advertised, my love
. . .
. . . outside
outside the highway nation passing by the ventilation in here is full of smoke
we try to make the most i turn to pick up the phone well you cry soft as the late night talk
show my love
from this bed
Christians
this guy
Advertised in your motor motel
Sleepless nights, your dreams all advertised
In your motor motel
Sleepless nights, your dreams all advertised
My love
My love
My love