Amarillo Motel 6: II.
Bathwater Blues II (Holy Water Heartbeat) (Verse 1) I still check in under fake names Still light cigarettes off motel saints Still leave the TV talking low Like somebody might come home Amarillo’s all lavender twilight Truck stop angels and porch-light eyes And I wear your memory loose now Like your flannel falling off my side There’s rosary beads around the lamp shade Lip print kisses on a Styrofoam cup You’re somewhere west of Tucumcari Probably smoking with your boots kicked up (Chorus) Still the best damn bath in the Amarillo Motel 6 Steam rising slow like a prayer on my lips Radio static and the ice machine crying While I replay your hands on my thighs in silence Baby, love used to feel like a roadside crucifix All blood red heartbreak and beautiful tricks But now the water glows soft in the neon mist And I don’t feel lonely in it (Verse 2) There’s a motel Bible by the shampoo packets Your name folded inside like a secret habit Page marked somewhere near forgiveness Though ...