Thirsty - Pope Jane
She bursts the blister she is making
Pushing pens and paper through the night
And inside her something's breaking
No control can hold the leaking pipe
So she whispers in a bottle
Secrets that Drambuie won't repeat
Her passion's burning out her throttle
Melting down the structure she believes
She was so thirsty
Like dust in the eyes of the crucified
Like cracks in the hands of the true and tried
Thirsty
Like molten gold down the Spaniards throats
Like desert sands blowing in wool coats
Like not a lime left there on the boat
When the salty current slows
So thirsty
She says that she could easily own him
All her charm would drown him in his skin
It'd be no effort to control him
The power in it was the win
And so she lights another candle
The moonlight burning up the grass
Did she bite off more than she can handle
She throws her gates wide open
And she gives up all she has
She was so thirsty
Like dust in the eyes of the crucified
Like cracks in the hands of the true and tried
Thirsty
Like molten gold down the Spaniards throats
Like desert sands blowing in wool coats
Like not a lime left there on the boat
When the salty current slows
So thirsty
So thirsty
She'd like to keep things in a bubble
Where nobody would know her deep within
Except this concept gives her trouble
As more of who she is sinks through her skin
So she whispers to her angels
Guide her through the landmines in her soul
Help take the shackles off her ankles
Let her run to the one who's begun
To keep her full
She was so thirsty
Like dust in the eyes of the crucified
Like cracks in the hands of the true and tried
Thirsty
Like molten gold down the Spaniards throats
Like desert sands blowing in wool coats
Like not a lime left there on the boat
When the salty current slows
So thirsty
She was so thirsty one the able
Like dust in the eyes of the crucified
Like cracks in the hands of the true and tried
Thirsty one the able
Like molten gold down the Spaniards throats
Like desert sands blowing in wool coats
Like not a lime left there on the boat
When the salty current slows
So thirsty
So thirsty
