Lounge
by Modest Mouse
From the album: This Is a Long Drive for Someone With Nothing to Think About
Track 5 of 16 on This Is a Long Drive for Someone With Nothing to Think About (1996).
Duration: 6:33
Lyrics for Lounge
He don't remember how it got there He had a number written on his forearm It spelled disaster He entered the club scene All hoping, all hoping for dancing He was looking, a'looking so stunning His clothes reflected light, all right She sat, she sat in the backseat The car was plush but had no hea And no, not no one was blushing Their technique was so damn right, all right And he read the note in the black light He thought he read minds and was not right That line still made him seem charming His clothes were shining, shining