Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
In A Motel
And so I left when I was just a boy.I swore I'd simply do it all over again.And now up the hill with snow-bit,blue-tipped fingers, blood from falling,but I can't go back there no moreIn frozen poses, venues lined with pillows,Atlas shouldered some silly blunder or otherYou ask for more than this,but I don't know what more than this is.Is it a motel,with a fashion magazine,in between towns?I was thinking about my motherand I wished ill upon myself.Rachel don't come around here no more.I hear she's living in Montanawith her brother. I wish her the best,and I hope she can forget me.But the ghost that comes aroundis a dead-ringer for her.I see her in my nightmares,discussing modern literatureLetras de cancioneswith her hands around my neckin a motelwith a fashion magazinein between towns.I was thinking about my motherand I wished ill upon myself.
From Letras Mania