Don't believe them when they say it's true
it's not remotely a matter of fact
thrashing sweetly down the interstate
there's no way we'll ever be back
pacing potions by the DMV
I looked up and saw you smile

There were times when i called your name
and it echoed like a flip in a mirror
taking mushrooms on Easter Eve
you boiled ginger wearing black Ray-Bans
we made a list of all our enemies
deciding three things were always true:

1) I'm in the phone book
2) I'm on the planet
3) I'm dying slowly

Angel's starlit on the basement stairs
glowing rays beaming out of her eyes
watch her doubled over twice a day
grasping straws til the moment she tries
to spit some verses at the devil dear
ya gotta let him know who's in charge

I'm in the phone book
I'm on the planet
I'm dying slowly

Watch me die!

What's the point of all this noise?
Who can say where it moves you and I?
Cross the country in separate rigs
shouting songs to the kids in the aisle
a ritual in a Motel 6
to make us one, at least for a night

I'm in the phone book
I'm on the planet
I'm dying slowly

Let me lay my hands on top of glowing spheres of endless energy
Let me lay my hands on top of glowing spheres of endless energy
Let me lay my hands on top of glowing spheres of endless energy
Let me lay my hands on top of glowing spheres of endless energy
let me lay my hands on top of glowing spheres of endless light!

I'm in the phone book
I'm on the planet
I'm dying slowly