The She Lyrics

The She lyrics

Ripped off, you smoked the Bible. 

Rolled it up, your last breath hot on
my back.

You get me 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 riding in the back.



Sorrow blowin' through the vents,

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 ticket's
mine.



Dear traveller