"Hungry"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
Houses and rooms are filled
with perfumes
And we slide away on the
ice
Your tears are Herradura
silver
Twilight and dusk, snowflakes
and dust
All look the same on the
ice
Our tears are Herradura
silver and
Clean air, liquid on our
tongues,
We're hungry
Violet longing, yellow suns
Eat me alive while I go
hungry, I'm so empty
I'm translucent as a fading
snakeskin
Mad and naked as the swan
I'm feeding...
Bread
And I'm not dead
And I'm not dead
And I'm not dead
And I'm not dead
Your special charge, the
life bangs and sucks
That fill up your skin bag
of bones
Jolts me with a thousand
volts, I'm hungry
Jilted, jolted, banged and
sucked, I'm hungry
Tears of Herradura silver
and
Clean air, liquid on our
tongues, we're hungry
And I'm not scared
And I'm not scared
And I'm not scared
And I'm not scared
