Ether - Kristin Hersh

I would bet you don’t care

So I pray to the ether

I thought the city air would hear me whisper

When the blue expanse of morning comes

You sleep while I stalk the sun, like a baby

I don’t break in icy blasts

I ache for the past, like a baby

A tourist in your head

I capture shining moments

To busy myself with whenever you’re a jerk

When the blue expanse of morning comes

You sleep while I stalk the sun, like a baby

I don’t break in icy blasts

I ache for the past, like a baby

This gnawing emptiness seeps in like a cold mist

Their touching approval feels so awful

When the blue expanse of morning comes

You sleep while I stalk the sun, like a baby

I don’t break an icy blasts

I ache for the past, like a baby

But beauty’s few and far between

Who knows what you have seen…