You drive the car I hold the wheelnYou turn me on, turn on my radionYou drive too fast the taste of bloodnWill come at last bittersweetnYou hit the break and the car explodesnI can hear you howling down my stereonYou’re talking on the intercom while I spill somenI don’t know if I can bleed much longer here without younEvery manor has its moat along the desert roadnThrough the fields I look for younAll your bleeding sure has left his marknHeadlight like UFO’s, hologram Marilyn Monroe’snKindly make your image fade local channel’s broadcastingnA document on you & me, in honour of the R.I.P.nI don’t know if I can bleed much longer here without younEvery manor has its moat along the desert roadnI don’t know if I can stay behind these walls of lovenEvery manor has its moat along the desert roadn