The Ambassador

You're in Michigan just pretty much living in

Three, two bars stretched to call it quits

Let's call the ambassador

She's pretty much crossing the

Space between the skin and all the blood

We're hot and hissing back and out

Taste been climbing walls like a vine

A Bay City tire shop is just a temporary stop

Touchdown on a trip that was mostly on defense

You're still standing, all the halls smelled like burning hair

And the engine made you sick but at first you didn't mind

We're hot and hissing back and out

Tastes were cold and crushed you like a can

You're strapped faking pain and making plans

Pretty sure you'd recognize these guys

They were asking for you just the other night

Blood on the pan, let it rise

If you came around the back we could take them by surprise

Well, your friend from the tire shop

He keeps talking about some rocks

Like he wants something hard to hit his head on

You said he's a mystic, well, I know he's not catholic

He's got a cross all upside down carved in his arm

We're hot and hissing back and out

Tastes were cold and crushed you like a can

You're strapped faking pain and making plans

Pretty sure you'd recognize these guys

They were asking for you just the other night

Blood on the pan, let it rise

You came back to us, south Minneapolis

'space and time

Behind the impossible, kinda clear and kina magical

Let's call the ambassador

Wasn't much diplomatic there

Space between the skin and all the blood