"Bea"

(written by Kristin Hersh)

Banging in fevered ports

Banging in the night

Ankle deep in mud

I can sleep in mud

I was a kind of hooker

My lover was free

I don't speak, I ramble

He was a gamble

I just wanna own something

Young dirty street

Well I can sleep with anything and more

Stripped women, stripped men

I fall instead of him

I'm useless in the light of the distance

I could break you for all the right reasons

I could hate you but what have I got?

Nobody feels your tongue

Nobody sees you run

Nobody sees you make

Nobody knows your face

Love lives your whim

I'm stripped instead of him

I'm harmless in the light of the distance

I could break you for all the right reasons

I could hate you but what have I got?

Nobody sees me old

Nobody feels me cold

Nobody lives my whim

Nobody knows you're him

I roam his head

I cram what's left

I hide myself from her love

Nothing makes me older but the birthmark on your back

But making babies in the field

And the birthmark on your shoulder

Making babies in the field

Makes me older

Banging in fenceposts

Banging in the night

Ankle deep in mud

I can sleep in mud

I was a kind of hooker

But his lover was me

I don't sleep, I ramble

My kids was a gamble

I just wanna own something

Old dirty earth

Well I can sleep with anything and more

'Cause the birthmark on your shoulder

Making babies in the field

Nothing makes me older

Nothing makes me live my life but you

And that mark on your back

Making babies in the field