What if the only white lines that I'm active seeking
Were the fingers that you use
When you hold me with feeling?
And I don't nose coke bumps
In Kilowatt's bathroom stalls
For they only ever gave me numb passages at all
And what if you don't get onto that plane home
And I don't sleep alone?
You say you really love me, well take me to Madrid
Where all the other girls in the world, they won't give a shit
And then without distraction all upon my Malasaña flat
We'll brim with all the love we share, and I can be content with that
What if you don't get onto that plane home
And I don't sleep alone?
And when my bed stands still
As it's prone to do when all the white girls
In SF proper are gone
I'm waiting for the aftershock
Yeah, I'm waiting a lot
For you to come back home
Tell me you won't get onto that plane home
Then I don't sleep alone
You say you can't quit calling if you're never at home
I won't sleep and you won't sleep
And we won't have to sleep alone