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