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...
Compositor: M Kristin Hersh (BMI)Editores: 4ad Music Limited (PRS), European Copyright Collection Inc (BMI), Yes Dear Music (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #4016104 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM