Warm us in the streetlight that sweet amber glow
Put me in your favourite dress and see how I go
'Cos tonight they are tame, in the morning they'll be wicked
They say you gotta wait your turn, oh they sure weren't kidding
And the man behind the register has the same look on his face
I think he understands me more then this terminal place
You've got a hot, hot head with your filthy vowels
There's a disdain amogst your actions and the way you hold yourself
Did you shine your gun?
Did you and your God make peace?
I hope he left you on your bedroom floor deserted and without peace
I can feel the warm breeze out from the cities fringes
And fuck the guy who came and tried to kick the door of it's hinges
These red stone valleys and all of their turns
They make a map of everything that I want to learn
to learn
You've got a hot, hot head with your filthy vowels
There's a disdain amogst your actions and the way you hold yourself
Did you shine your gun?
Did you and your God make peace?
I hope he left you on your bedroom floor deserted and without peace
Without a single hour of uninterrupted sleep
When you wake up to check the curtains
The cupboards
The light switches
The doorways
Just to find anyway
Anyway
To try and stay
Warm us in the streetlight that sweet amber glow
Put me in your favourite dress and see how I go