Snow White in Appalachia
Half-life She moves in a half-life Imperfect From a place on the stairs Or sat in the backseat Sometimes you're only a passenger In the time of your life And there's snow on the mattress Blown in from the doorway It would take pack-mules and provisions To get out alive There were concerts and car-crashes There were kids she attended And repeat indiscretions For which she'd once made amends Then there's ice on the windshield And the wipers are wasted And the metal is flying Between her and her friends She'd abandoned them there In the hills of Appalachia She threw off the sandbags To lighten the load As soon as the sun rose The keys were in the ignition Following the tire tracks Of the truck sanding the road There had to be drugs Running through the girl's body There had to be drugs And they too had a name And the adrenalin rush Had left her exhausted When under the blue sky Nothing need be explained And there is no maker Just an exhaustible indifference And there's comfort in that So you feel unafraid And the radio falls silent But for short bursts of static And she sleeps in her house That once too had a name
Written by: CHRISTIAN FENNESZ, KEITH ROWE, WERNER DAFELDECKER, MICHAEL MOSER, DAVID SYLVAIN
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