"Spain"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
Four days in Spain, smoky Spain
And I take off again
Then I take off again
Smiling back
The engine is idling
And the car seems to be expanding,
Weird
Blindfolded
kissing
Looking for the
truth in your tiny moves
I
hate to lose
Four days
in Spain, spooky Spain
And
you're my missing thing
Too
sweet and pointless
Complete
and somewhere else
And
I, I, I was sick of being asked,
I didn't want to anyway
Sucking down mother's milk
Singing my throat away
It's not an awful secret
You know, it's just a secret
Spitting out your blue gum
Kissing your breath away
And I, I, I wanted you to sleep with her
And hate yourself, instead of me
I wanted you untrue,
Hating yourself, like me
After all, what am I missing
I haven't missed before?
Sucking down the precious lies
I should have swallowed way before
And I, I, I wanted you to sleep with her
And hate yourself, instead of me
I wanted you untrue,
Hating yourself, like me
After all what am I missing
I haven't missed before?
Sucking down the precious lies
I should have swallowed way before
