Wild Vanilla Songtext
von Kristin Hersh

Wild vanilla
Clean dreams downcast eyes
If you lived here you′d been home now and suicidal
That was one striking phone call boy your voice at a fever pitch
And here I thought that you'd just full of white noise called to bitch


You messing with my head makes a terrible noise

Wild vanilla
Clean eyes and grey hair
Cross an ocean and you vague and itchy belong there
You are whizzing past my ears a shit scared domestic god
You make the gypsy in me horny for a flower garden

You messing with my head makes a terrible noise