do I murder
  when I forget you from afar
  too drunk on the poison of endless roads
  and the countless smokey bars
    but tension is to be loved
  when it is like a passing note
  to a beautiful, beautiful chord
    do I murder us
  putting pavement through my veins
  shooting in that special heroin
  for the seeking and displaced
    but tension is to be loved
  when it is like a passing note
  to a beautiful, beautiful chord