Kristin Hersh Hungry
Houses and rooms Are filled with perfumes And we slide away on the ice Your tears are herradura silver
Twilight and dusk Snowflakes and dust All look the same on the ice Our tears are herradura silver And clean air, liquid on our tongues We're hungry
Violet longing, yellow suns Eat me alive while I go hungry I'm so empty I'm translucent as a fading snakeskin Mad and naked as the swan I'm feeding bread And, and I'm not dead
Your special charge The life bangs and sucks That fill up your skin bag of bones Jolts me with a thousand volts I'm hungry Jilted, jolted, banged and sucked I'm hungry Tears of herradura silver and Clean air, liquid on our tongues We're hungry
And, and I'm not scared
