Ether de 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 an icy blasts 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 blasts 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 blasts i ache for the past, like a baby
But beauty's few and far between
who knows what you have