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