Lorraine کے بول

When i saw the first time, the thunder came crashing 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