Lorraine Songtext
von Bike Thief

When I saw the first time the thunder came crashing
Your new blue eyeliner caught my distraction
Like we were two lovers forming from friction
Your mouth caught my ear with such perfect diction


There I let you tie my hands back, take me
Oh, Lorraine, on a Saturday morning
Oh, Lorraine, with your soft burning hands

We fell asleep in the back of the warehouse
I woke to you needing it, covering my mouth
And like we were humming birds, screaming at ravens
You started to move me, from fact into fable

There I let you take me under the table
Oh, Lorraine, on a Saturday morning
Oh, Lorraine, with your soft burning hands