"Solar Dip"

(written by Kristin Hersh)

Everybody's soaking wet

Ready for the solar dip

It was so easy to fly

It was so easy to fly

Thunder in the blue sunshine
When did this city die?

I'm sick of turning you off

I'm sick of turning you off

After an afternoon of insatiable begging

Every frenzy is real

Skin is singing, hands are burning

Everybody is healed

I am good enough for someone,

Good enough for you

Flown way out in space...

Who's on your tapes?

Who's on your wall?

Who's in your way?

Who keeps you soft?

Who makes you late?

Who do you call

When you're ok

And when you're not?

I'm so mad I could spit

I'm so mad I could spit

I don't invite chaos

It's just that they hate us

I'm sick of pissing them off

I'm sick of pissing them off

After an afternoon of mysterious fighting

Every frenzy is real

Skin is singing, hands are burning

Everybody is healed

I am good enough for someone,

Good enough for you

Flown way out in space...

Who's in your face?

Who's in your heart?

Who do you pay?

What have you got?

Who complicates

Your easy plot?

Who hesitates

And then you're lost?