While you were in Michigan She was pretty much living in A 3.2 bars, a stretch to call a club It was called The Ambassador She was pretty much crashing there The space between the skin and all her blood The nights were hot and hissing like an iron The days spent climbing walls like a vine A Bay City tire shop It's just a temporary stop A touchdown on a trip that was mostly undefined While you were still staying there All the halls smelled like burning hair In the end it made you sick but at first you didn't mind The nights were hot and hissing like an iron The days were cold and crushed you like a can Years spent faking pain and making plans I'm pretty sure you'd recognize these guys That were asking around for you just the other night There was blood on the bed and the lights in their eyes If you came around the back, we could take 'em by surprise Your friend from the tire shop He keeps talking about some rock Like he wants something hard to hit his head on You said he's a mystic Well, I know he's not Catholic He's got a cross all upside down carved in his arm The nights were hot and hissing like an iron The days were cold and crushed you like a can Years spent faking pain and making plans I'm pretty sure you'd recognize these guys That were asking around for you just the other night There was blood on the bed and the lights in their eyes When you came back to us in South Minneapolis You said revenge exists outside of space and time Back behind The Ambassador, man it feels kind of magical I guess your friend can really move things with his mind It was called The Ambassador There wasn't much diplomatic there The space between the skin and all the blood