Summer Salt — Kristin Hersh

Lets back up and act like were sober

Newborn clean

Head over heals for a cold blooded creature

Limbic somersaults

For a toxic thing you sure smell pretty

Summer, salt and wine

For an ugly boy you sure look pretty

A cowboy frankenstein

I dreamt you were playing along

I dreamt you were playing along

I dreamt you were playing along

In your dreams

When its touch and go you blow your wad

Like no one ever fails

For a quiet boy you sure talk dirty

A velvet bed of nails

I dreamt you were playing along

I dreamt you were playing along

I dreamt you were playing along

In your dreams

While I did nfity somersaults

You were thinking after all

After it all

I dont have to talk

I dont have to talk

But when I do and this is true

Theres nothing I wont say