Lorraine - Big Thief

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 friction

Your mouth caught my ear with such perfect diction

And there I let you tie my hands back and 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 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

Oh, Lorraine on a Saturday morning

Oh, Lorraine with your soft, burning hands