A Weather One More One Night Stand
When the wind comes, the spider leaves his web
And waits in the groove of the window.
Last night the rain looked so thick in the streetlight I thought it might be snow.
The reflection of the power lines and the spiderwebs in the house across the street.
What's going on with you every night?
i really want to know.
But i get too tired to speak
When you dance that way
oh no
oh no
oh no
oh
that's my clavicle
you say, "i know, my mouth sure does"
if you could stand
one more night stand
one more night stand
one more night
stand one more night stand
if you could stand
one more night stand
one more night stand
one more night
stand one more one night stand
and I think it'll be better
it'll all be someday.
the spider bites across your back
will all go away.
and I'll stay.
and i will be clearer and not so pushed around
by every small mouth
that makes a very small sad sound.
"I got sick," you say
but i don't know
i don't remember
when you bite my ear
your breath's the loudest thing i ever hear
if you could stand
one more night stand
one more night stand
one more night
stand one more night stand
if you could stand
one more night stand
one more night stand
one more night
stand one more one night stand
and the good days are like presents we get to unwrap
when no one's around so we don't have to thank anyone.
i tried to speak louder
so you'd understand
i want you to sleep here
and make this cold part of the bed warm again
that's my web
you say, "the spider's day looks very boring"
that's my clavicle
if you could stand
one more night stand
one more night stand
one more night
stand one more night stand
if you could stand
one more night stand
one more night stand
one more night
stand one more one night stand
