"Status Quo"

(written by Kristin Hersh)

I dreamed you saw the eyes of a paranoid man

And quit your vision of the millenium

Leaving our hopes in the hands of the psychics

Peace isn't quiet, I'm heading down the freeway

I'm hanging on the frequency of your voice

I'm drunk on the sound of your voice

I dreamed I climbed a hill in the midnight mud

And you turned a blind eye to the baby

Leaving our hopes in the hands of the psychos

Peace isn't quiet, I'm heading down the freeway

I'm hanging on the frequency of your voice

I'm drunk on the sound of your voice

There are sapphires in the trees

And the moths, as big as bats

Lucky me, to have all that

What do you have on your mind?

There are sapphires in the trees

And the moths, as big as bats

Lucky me, to have all that

What do you have on your mind?
What do you have on your mind?

What do you have on your mind?

What do you have on your mind?

What do you have on your mind?