Motel ice, breath gum kisses Bedroom eyes, lampshade vision Twelve bottles in a row Nowhere else to go You let your bathrobe fall to the floor And your cigarette burn just a little more My love Flashing sign out the window Headlights and gas pump lingo The converter falls to the floor There goes the vertical hold I feel you pull me close I know you don't want to be alone My love Lift your head up from this bed of clay The tired questions fly In and on across the sky In your motor motel sleepless nights Your dreams all advertised My love Outside, the highway nation Passing by the ventilation In the here is full of smoke We try to make the most I turn to pick up the phone While you cry soft as a late night talk show host My love Lift your head up from this bed of clay The tired questions fly In and on across the sky In your motor motel sleepless nights Your dreams all advertised In your motor motel sleepless nights Your dreams all advertised In your motor motel sleepless nights Your dreams all advertised My love