"Walking In The Dark"

(written by Kristin Hersh)

I can't forget a dream

You own a question, it's a body

You can make me cry

You have a right

I can see you live

I can't forget you die

You own a question, it's a garden

You can, you can, can

Where'd you go, where'd you?

Boxing, writhing, twist and burrow

Walking in the dark

The hunter, runner, walking, picking up the sticks

I had a dream, I had a dream

Rock the peers away, they don't invade me

I just turned 35

A round-bottomed beaker

I could glow, I could glow

And swell, I could well grow

Turn black, turn back

Ride and forget

Da da da da da da da da da...

My ghost of seasons past

Asked this bedroom what to say,

It said "stay"

I have to sleep tangled in my family's hair

Build a house of sticks, 

and grow the grass, and build a mask

Pull the grapes

Turn black, turn back

I can't say it 'til you grow a face

Walking in the dark

Walking, walking in the dark

Walking in the dark

Walking in the dark