Texty: Hope Sandoval. Bavarian Fruit Bread. Drop.

The way you drop
Is like a stone
Making out you're flying
But you've just been thrown

'Til kingdom comes
And through bitten tongues
These eyes get stung
With every curse that's sung

These twisted times
Can't compare to mine
And heaven knows
Where loving goes

I should have guessed
When I took that pill
Do I love her still
Well that's just a chill