| 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 day 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 them 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. |