The She Songtext

You get started

Try to get somewhere

You move so slow

You're not even here



Dear traveller



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



Dear traveller



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 traveller