"Summer Salt"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
Let's back up and act like we're sober
Newborn
clean
Head over heels for a cold-blooded creature
Limbic summersaults
For a toxic thing, you sure smell pretty
Summer,
salt, and wine
For an ugly boy you sure look pretty
Cowboy Frankenstein
I dreamt you were playing along
I dreamt
you were playing along
I dreamt you were playing
along
In your dreams
When it's touch-and-go you blow your wad
Like no one ever fails
For a quiet boy,
you sure talk dirty
Velvet bed of nails
I dreamt you were playing along
I dreamt you were playing along
I dreamt you were playing along
In your
dreams
While I did nifty summersaults
You were thinking, after all
After it all
I don't have
to talk
I don't have to talk
But when I do, and this is true
There's nothing I won't say
Nothing
I won't say
(Isn't there a machine that can do this?!)
