Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - In a Motel Lyrics
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 I'll 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 literatureWith her hands around my neckIn a motelWith a fashion magazineIn between towns.I was thinking about my motherAnd I wished I'll upon myself.