Woke up on a bench somewhere in Brooklyn 
With a suitcase full of Polaroids and broken glass 
In each photograph, I saw a memory 
Of you and I kissing in the hiss of summer grass 

And you're still with me 
Even though you don't even know 
It get your free scenery

Waltzing on the linoleum in an empty station 
Between strobe light flickers and a hollow hologram 
Licking sticky dew of your skinny chest 
While massaging every rib and muscle from your neck down through your back 

And you're still with me 
Even though you don't even know 
It gets your free scenery

There's too much noise on my brain 
For me to maintain [bad word] through your strange behavior
Strange behavior (x2)

You and I know the cold tickle of a dying twilight 
Between musty hotel sheets and our fickle delights 
My litmus test suggests we're [bad word] 
I promise you everything will be a success if you don't suppress this 

And you're still with me 
Even though you don't even know 
It gets your free scenery

Woke up in a room somewhere in Vegas 
With a suitcase full of Polaroids and broken glass 
Every photograph was blurred with the Richter effect 
And I kissed each and every one until they were all clear and perfect 

And you're still with me 
Even though you don't even know 
It gets your free scenery

There's too much noise on my brain 
For me to maintain [bad word] through your strange behavior
Strange behavior (x4)