Sadie

Inside her, is the suburbs In the sodium lights and the streets In parked cars and the booty cars In every lonely disease In the new love under covers In the cold touch of the rights In the dead flowers and the silent hours In the night-clubs and the fights Cold, cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like Oh you know she, she's 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 he plays In the bored kids and their games In the new love under covers And the young mums and their words Let at home when all the kids have grown Watching all the pretty young girls Cold, cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like Oh you know she, she's cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like Sadie Cold, cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like Oh you know she, she's cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like Oh, I've got to take it and I've got to make it and I've got to see it and I've got to be it and I've got to use it and I've got to use it and I've got to be Sadie