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 an icy blass i ache for the past, like a baby
A tourist in your head

I capture shining moments
To busy my self 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 an icy blass i ache for the past, like a baby
This nulling emptiness seeps in like a cold mist
Your 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 blass i ache for the past, like a baby
But beauty's few and far between
Who knows what you have seen....