Lorraine
Your new blue eyeliner caught my distraction
And like we were two lovers forming from fiction
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
Writer/s: Adrianne Lenker