Inside her is the suburbs, in the sodium lights and the streets In the parked cars and the pretty parks, and in every disease In the new loves under covers, in the cold touch of the right In the dead flowers and the silent hours Cold, cold as the night, high as the trees, slow as you like Oh you know she's cold, cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like... Sadie Inside her is the suburbs, in the old front rooms in the rain In all the bad days and the music that plays In the bored kids and their games In the new loves under covers, and all the young mums and their worlds Who are left at home when all the kids have grown watching the pretty young girls Cold, cold as the night, high as the trees, slow as you like Oh you know she's cold, cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like... Sadie Oh and I've got to take it, and I've got to fake it And I've got use her, and I've got to choose her And I've got to feel it, and I've got steal it And I've got to be... SadieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
