4.33 AM (Running Shoes)
So I stood by the roadsideThe soles of my running shoes gripping the tarmacLike gunmetal magnetsFixed on the fron of her Fassbinder faceWas the kind of a smileThat only a rather dull child could have drawnWhile attempting a graveyard in the moonlightBut she was impressedYou could see that she thought I looked fineAnd when she turned sweeterThe reason (between you and me) wasShe'd just seen my green Lamborghini
So we went for a spin in the countryTo feel the wind in our hairTo feel the power of my engineTo feel the thrill of desire
And then in the trees I heard a twig snapWarning lights flashed on my mapI opened my eyes and to my surprise