Waking in a motel room

Black and white

Spitting blood onto a pillow cut from stone

Laying in the shower laughing in the darkness

Waiting on the radio to sing me home

It won't play the song that tells the way

So how am I gonna get you

How am I gonna get you

How am I gonna get you

How am I gonna get you now? Now?

Carpet burns from cigarettes and whores' kneecaps

The bottom of the coffee pot is cold and black

When you awake you will believe in second lives

When you awake you will believe in Brother Death

He will play the song that tells the way

How am I gonna get you

How am I gonna gеt you

How am I gonna get you

How am I gonna get you now? Now?

Now? Now? Now?