Låttexter: Breeders. The She.

Ripped off
You smoked the Bible, rolled it up
Your last breath, hot on my back

You get started
Try to get somewhere
You move so slow
You're not even near

Dear traveler
Dear traveler

It's my death
My rhythm, my arithmetic
I got used to
Nobody ridin' in the back

Sorrow blowin' through the veins
I'm over Houston
You're over the night we met
You're over the night we met

Dear traveler
Dear traveler

The she, scared electricity
Where no human carries a map
You say you gotta burn to shine
But every prism unwinds
A road to ruin and this tickets mine

Dear traveler
Dear traveler
Dear traveler
Dear traveler