David Lynch – Speed Roadster

I call.
I call your phone.
I call.
I call your phone.
You were talking.
I theory we could say, we competence have been arrange of stalking you.
Stalking you, baby.
Must have been that night when we took her down by a river, in a truck.
I gave her all we could give her.
The moon shining. The moon shining.
I walked a street, infrequently we see some girls I’d like to meet, maybe.
Why won’t we answer your phone,
Bill is carrying a party, wish we were goin’.
I know we fucked Al.
He’s ostensible to be my pal.
I theory we could say, we competence be stalking you.
I competence be stalking you, baby.
What did we do, to make we do, a things we do.
What did we do.
You pronounced we wanted me dead.
Shit, fuck my head.
I got fucked by you.
Fucked genuine bad.
Maybe you’re happy, though we wish you’re sad.
Since we left me we have been meditative about removing me a speed roadster.
Going by a drugstore, who could ask for more?
Maybe expostulate by your house.
Look in your window.