Panic Pure Lyrics - Kristin Hersh

My earliest memory 

Is of holding up a sparkler 

High up to the darkest sky 

Some 4th of July spectacular 

I shook it with an urgency 

I'll never ever be able to repeat 

At times I might could be accused 

Of being painfully nostalgic 

But as of late I'm looking forward to the future 

Though I've never been much of a planner 

Throwing caution into the fan 

Catch as catch as those catchers can 

And so all you observers in your scrutiny 

Don't count my scars like tree rings 

My jigsaw disposition, its piecemeal properties 

Are either smoked or honey cured by the panic pure 

Yeah, yeah, by the panic pure