Album Name : Died In the Wool
Release Date : 2011-05-31
Song Duration : 5:54
David Sylvian Snow White In Appalachia
Half life
She moves in a half life
Imperfect
From her place on the stairs
Or sat in the backseat
Sometimes you're only a passenger
In the time of your life
And there's snow on the mattress
Blown in from the doorway
It would take pack mules and provisions
To get out alive
There were concerts and car crashes
There were kids she'd attended
And discreet indiscretions
For which she'd once made amends
And there's ice on the windshield
And the wipers are wasted
And the metal is flying
Between her and her friends
She'd abandoned them there
In the hills of Appalachia
She threw off the sandbags
To lighten the load
As soon as the sun rose
The keys were in the ignition
Following the tyre tracks
Of the truck sanding the road
There had to be drugs
Running through the girl's body
There had to be drugs
And they too had a name
And the adrenalin rush
Had left her exhausted
When under the blue sky
Nothing need be explained
And there is no maker
Just inexhaustible indifference
And there's comfort in that
So you feel unafraid
And the radio falls silent
But for short bursts of static
And she sleeps in a house
That once too had a name
