Stadiums and Shrines II

Can I lift my dress up for you? Can I lift it in the night? White undersides of my thighs look much better In the dark light There's a kid in there And he's big, and dumb, And he's kinda scared Well, he's too old to be there And he's just looking for a light. Well, I'll lift it to the ceiling tiles I'll stay - in a trance You see something to reach about I'll tell you that it's mine I'm sorry that your mother died That one was my fault I'm sorry anybody dies at all these days Oh I see the night With my own two eyes.