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 an icy blasts I ache for the past, like a baby 

A tourist in your head 
I capture shining moments 
To busy my self 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 an icy blasts I ache for the past, like a baby 

This nulling emptiness seeps in like a cold mist 
Your 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....