Clocks tick in dusk eerily slow,
when midnight comes to pass
my baby and I get down low
we race through the red lights, sipping slow
High by the shore, the tide is low
Daydreams of amphetamines
china white, and our hearts beat black
I fill the silver spoons, he licks my wounds
Motel six, sunday gloom
Cause clocks tick eerily slow
And when morning comes, I put on a show
so the deafening silence shall not grow
like the poison ivy rooted on our floor