Ether

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 seen....