The Air (Live)

The air escaping from your mouth

The hair escaping from your nose

(My heart) Escaping from the scraping

And the shaping of the draping

I'm awaking in a t-shirt

In a Chevy at the beach

And I'm freezing and I'm wheezing

And I know you were only teasing

I hit you then I beat you

Then I told you that I love you

In my car in a jar

In my car in a jar

The air escaping from your pits

The hair escaping from my teeth

My hands are gripping but they're slipping

And they're dripping 'cause I'm tripping

I got busted

Coming through customs

With a suitcase

Full of tapes

It was special

Tape recording

And they grabbed me

While I was boarding

Yes, they grabbed me then they beat me

Then they told me they don't like me

And I crashed in my Nash

We can crash in my Nash

We can crash in that Nash

In this Nash