Besedila: Kristin Hersh. The Grotto. Snake Oil.

Well I never
I never saw
Anybody move like that before
Why do we spend so much time
Here on the floor
Looking up like I did before
You're intoxicating movement ate away
At my sad eyes and my headache

I never
I never thought
I'd be falling I'd be caught
I see a bone and a straw in the dirt
White Nevada light
I squint against his shirt
My sleeping pills melted
And I sleep fine

The tears on my shoulder
Won't keep me up tonight
The snake around my finger
Starts to unwind

Soak up the weather
Suck up the sun
Into your bones
Then move on

I see a snake and a girl in the snow
White Nevada light
I feel the itch to go
The tears on my shoulder
Freeze then boil
I wouldn't be here
If not for your snake oil