Vārdi: Kristin Hersh. 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?
Your 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