Primitive Radio Gods – Gotta Know Now

I saw you standing in the doorway in the corner

Of the room where I observed you looking out the kitchen window

I wanna throw my arms around you like a lonely hidden dirge (?)

Marijuana smoke is blowing out the screen door

Let me in, let me out, let me go, let me up

Let me down, let me stay, let me know

Let me hear, let me see, let me sigh

Let me think, for the truth, for the truth, gonna try

I wanna write your lucky number on the scrap of paper towel

I confiscated from the restroom of the hotel

I wanna give you a massage and watch