Story behind the song
Sometimes you awaken to find a less than presentable woman laying next to you.
Lyrics
Your sun kissed lips, are bleeding and blistered
It?s about as imperfect, as we?d expect for life to be
And I?ve barely thought about, what to do when the cigarettes run out
Lying there on rotting sheets our tired bodies waste beneath
Those lights flickering
Oh, where will my lonely soul, be finally put down
And out of its misery?
So take me to a motel room, let?s get it on, let?s get us off, before the train slows down
Anywhere but here, seems to be a model moment, we can both marvel upon it, until it burns down, to the ground
Seven years bad luck, for this one pitiful f*** .
Blame it all on all involved, my restless limbs and alcohol.
With the curtains drawn I can put them to rest put them to use in bed.
So take me to a motel room, let?s get it on, let?s get us off, before the train slows down
Anywhere but here, seems to be a model moment, we can both marvel upon it, until it burns down, to the ground
So take me to a motel room, let?s get it on, let?s get us off, before the train slows down
Anywhere but here, seems to be a model moment, we can both marvel upon it, until it burns down, to the ground
