Alison Mosshart continua a trazer-nos notícias do seu confinamento. Ou seja: a oferecer-nos novas canções (enquanto um novo álbum de The Kills está em andamento...). Já conhecíamos a confessional e melodramática It Ain't Water — agora, a respectiva versão acústica é tanto mais surpreendente quanto tem som de casa de banho... literalmente.
It's late, getting later, later on
Have you faith it ain't water I want?
If I don't think, I don't think of you
If I don't move, I don't follow
Set a place at the table and become my own stranger
Like, where you coming from?
I don't know your name
But I like the way you look at me in that unsuspicious way
Wasted, I'm wasted
Easy in my stride
No pain in the world left pushing my insides
If I don't think, I don't think of you
If I don't move, I don't follow
I'd save the cup for a spoonful
And today becomes tomorrow
Like, where you headed now?
Could we be the same?
I like the way you look at me in that unsuspicious way
Like there ain't nothing wrong
Nothing to be saved
Oh, have you faith it ain't water that I want?
It ain't water that I want
It's late and I'm hateful
Loving all the same
I'm nothing in freedom
The guilt with which I came
And I did what I done now
I'll do it again
Thinnin' my blood, leaving the way it came in
It ain't water that I want
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