Drop - Hope Sandoval, The Warm Inventions

The way you drop

Is like a stone

Making out you’re flying

But you’ve just been thrown

'Til kingdom comes

And through bitten tongues

These eyes get stung

With every curse that’s sung

These twisted times

Can’t compare to mine

And heaven knows

Where loving goes

I should have guessed

When I took that girl

Do I love her still

Well that’s just a chill