Stranger Than Kindness - Kurt Vile

Stranger than kindness

Bottled light from hotels

Spilling everything

Wet hand from the volcano

Sobers your skin

Stranger than Kindness

You caress yourself

And grind my soft cold bones below

Your map of desire

Burned in your flesh

Even a fool can come

A strange lit stair

And find a rope hanging there

Stranger than kindness

Keys rain like heaven’s hair

There is no home there is no bread

We sit at the gate and scratch

The gaunt fruit of passion

Dies in the light

Stranger than kindness

Your sleeping hands journey

The loiter

Stranger than kindness

You hold me so carelessy close

Tell me I’m dirty

I am a stranger

I am a stranger

I am a stranger to kindness