When i saw the first time, the thunder came crashing
Your new blue eyeliner caught my distraction
Your mouth caught my ear with such perfect diction
And there i let you tie my hands back and take me
O lorraine on a saturday morning
O lorraine with your soft, burning hands
We fell asleep in the back of the warehouse
I woke to you kneading and covering my mouth
And like we were hummingbirds screaming at ravens
You started to move me from fact into fable
And there i let you take me under the table
O lorraine on a saturday morning
O lorraine with your soft, burning hands