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 jug

Hear the sound of a closing door

Your back turned smoking a cigarette

Watching a pot that'll never boil

Wash my hands in the cold light of the bathroom

Plunge my face 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.