In A Motel Lyrics - Hysterical - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

And so I left when I was just a boy. 

I swore I'd simply do it all over again. 

And now up the hill with snow-bit, 

blue-tipped fingers, blood from falling, 

but I can't go back there no more 

In frozen poses, venues lined with pillows, 

Atlas shouldered some silly blunder or other 

You ask for more than this, 

but I don't know what more than this is. 

Is it a motel, 

with a fashion magazine, 

in between towns? 

I was thinking about my mother 

and I wished ill upon myself. 

Rachel don't come around here no more. 

I hear she's living in Montana 

with her brother. I wish her the best, 

and I hope she can forget me. 

But the ghost that comes around 

is a dead-ringer for her. 

I see her in my nightmares, 

discussing modern literature 

with her hands around my neck 

in a motel 

with a fashion magazine 

in between towns. 

I was thinking about my mother 

and I wished ill upon myself.