"Free Fall"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
"They look like junkie lumberjacks
These are your friends?"
"No, just tea at the airport
That I could barely swallow
I
won't eat 'til he comes back
So he has to"
"Once you start, you can't stop"
"What? Drinking or crying?"
"Have you started
talking to him yet?"
"I never stopped
I won't sleep 'til he comes back
So he has
to"
My window at your house
Tea,
that goes down easy
Our delicate trauma
Then backwards off the wall
You free fall
*Thanks
a bunch to Billy O'Connell for posting these lyrics on the kristinhersh.com message board*
