Have you ever felt the weight of morning
Turning the heels of amber lighting
Over her hair
Driven to a place where voices calling
Open up the air like a paper tearing
Under the circus fare
Stacey's got a place she keeps forbidden
Underneath the trees where the river's hidden
More than she could dare
Further than the time her dress got spoilt
Further than the warmth of a fetal coil
She's slipping herself bare
For the summer the sun ignored
For the summer the sun ignored
'Cos the light that's on her thighs
Is the light of sin
'Cos the light that's on her thighs
Is the light of sin