"Vertigo"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
And in the subsequent solitude
Flat on our backs again
We think, shoot
You don't want to walk me down this avenue in hell
Scared that I'll bicker with the devil herself
My attitude's fundamentally off
I left my heart on a frozen sidewalk
Kicked around and sliding on the dirty ice
Half a shell of former selves
Bury me twice
Isn't this a lousy drug?
Isn't this a pretty fall?
Isn't this vertigo?
Isn't this wonderful?
Isn't this a lousy drug?
Isn't this a pretty fall?
Isn't this vertigo?
Isn't this wonderful?
This place makes me feel
Like I'm dead, haunting it
Comes when you steal a persephone pit
Swallowed with the oxygen
That bruised up our bones
Swallowed with the pathetic cry, "take me home"
Isn't this a lousy drug?
Isn't this a pretty fall?
Isn't this vertigo?
Isn't this wonderful?
Isn't this a lousy drug?
Isn't this a pretty fall?
Isn't this vertigo?
Isn't this wonderful?
