"Beestung"

(written by Kristin Hersh)

Start with your fingers, they finger the change

That carries you home in our evening

You're beestung there

Press your palm to your

Snow-coated thought cage

Carries me over your thinking

You're beestung there

Between the tall buildings are snow-coated alleys

Between us is nothing but grace

Snow rides the wind down

And drives past the window

Falling all over your face

I fly out the window and then ride the wind down

You fit me into my place

You're beestung here

Start with your eyes when they eye me in twilight

Picking up pieces of mine

Tie me up with the twine in your eyelight

String me from heaven to time

You've beestung me

Between the tall buildings are snow-coated alleys

Between us is nothing but grace

Help me up when you hear me behind you

Falling all over the place

It's not too late

It's not too late

It's not too late