Kristin Hersh Ether
I would bet you don't care So I pray to the ether I thought the city air would hear me whisper
When the blue expanse of morning comes You sleep while I stalk the sun, like a baby I don't break in icy blasts I ache for the past, like a baby
A tourist in your head I capture shining moments To busy myself with whenever you're a jerk
When the blue expanse of morning comes You sleep while I stalk the sun, like a baby I don't break in icy blasts I ache for the past, like a baby
This gnawing emptiness seeps in like a cold mist Their touching approval feels so awful
When the blue expanse of morning comes You sleep while I stalk the sun, like a baby I don't break an icy blasts I ache for the past, like a baby
But beauty's few and far between Who knows what you have seen...
