Static Songtext
von Kristin Hersh

Your mouth fell out of the sky and suddenly
I had it memorized
But honestly, it′s like you're dead

A pretty picture of you breathing air
And you′re just standing there
Static

Your hope is on the wing
Is on a bus tearing down the road
Your road is in the dark
Is in the sun, in the rain and cold
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
You′re cold, you′re made of heat
You're made of skin, made of cloth and bone
Your bones are made of sponge
Are made of plexiglass, tin and hope

Your hope is on the wing
Is on a bus tearing down the road
Your road is in the dark
Is in the sun, in the rain and cold


You′re cold, you're made of heat
You′re made of skin, made of cloth and bone
Your bones are made of sponge
Are made of plexiglass, tin and hope

Your hope is on the wing
Is on a bus tearing down the road
Your road is in the dark
Is in the sun, in the rain and cold

You're cold, you′re made of heat
You're made of skin, made of cloth and bone
Your bones are made of sponge
Are made of plexiglass, tin and hope

Your hope is on the wing
Is on a bus tearing down the road
Your road is in the dark
Is in the sun, in the rain and cold

You're cold, you′re made of heat
You′re made of skin, made of cloth and bone
Your bones are made of sponge
Are made of plexiglass, tin and hope


Your hope is on the wing
Is on a bus tearing down the road
Your road is in the dark
Is in the sun, in the rain and cold

You're cold, you′re made of heat
You're made of skin, made of cloth and bone
Your bones are made of sponge
Are made of plexiglass, tin and hope

Your hope is on the wing
Is on a bus tearing down the road