Baby Lightning

Little Idiot   (3.1mb) 
Richard Bicknell, Steve Boyes, Scott Patton
© Beautiful Chair Music (ASCAP)

The cream that runs through cedar runs through bones in blond repose.
I wrote it in my notebook when that's just the way that you looked.
Sleeping like the dead in a dirty Macon motel room at 4:15 in the afternoon,
I'm thinking now I won't forget your long legs in the kitchenette bending south.
I was right behind you with my face against your neck.
I am thinking now that I won't forget all the miles in your eyes
And the time you took to show me your old scars, your old Macon bars.

And the moon, oh what is it?
It's your tune, you little idiot.
So you tell me
How long how long how long how long will I stay with you?

The cream that runs through cedar left a fever in my blood.
The ice machine is humming and the guitar is locked inside the van.
They say it takes a worried man to sing a worried song
To the moon in the midnight morning.

And the moon, oh what is it?
It's your tune, you little idiot.
So you tell me
How I did trace your spine with a finger, with my eyes?
How'd I learn to lie in moonlight?

Take the moon and dance with him in the midnight morning,
And the moon, oh what is it?
It's your tune, you little idiot.
Liar moon. Oh what is it?
It's your tune you little idiot.
So you tell me how long how long how long how long will I stay with you?
How long how long how long how long will I stay with you, you little idiot?
Come on inside
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye.