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
  left 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
  
  sadie