"Ice"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
Damp and sour-skulled
We land with a thud
Eight hours off our
old life
Nervous energy keeps us busy
And violently off our old life
Your ice on
It's harder
then
Your fight gone
It's harder then
A guttural
hack
Spit flying
How do you spell that with vowels?
Your ice on
It's harder then
Your fight gone
It's harder then
Your ice on
It's harder then
Your fight gone
It's harder then
