Kristin Hersh

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...