If you a knife I’d trace the carry-away of my vein with your teeth.
If touch were a wreck I’d hold you in my seat.
God taps curses on the insides of matchbooks, you don’t need to read.

Spell your name.

Coming through late at night.
I was only passing through
Wet in the centerland.
I was only passing through
Aggressive in the bend.
I was only passing through
Crippled worse on the line.
I was only passing through

Deer in the headlights
Deer in the headlights
Deer in the headlights
Deer in the headlights

Coming through late at night.
I was only passing through
Wet in the centerland.
I was only passing through
Aggressive in the bend.
I was only passing through
Crippled worse on the line.
I was only passing through
Deer in the headlights
Deer in the headlights
Deer in the headlights
Deer in the headlights
Deer in the headlights
Deer in the headlights
Deer in the headlights
Deer in the headlights