Stadiums And Shrines II
D Bm G
Can I lift my dress up for you?
Can I lift it in the night?
White undersides of my thighs look much better
In the dark light
D G
Theres a kid in there
And hes big, and dumb,
And hes kinda scared
Well, hes too old to be there
And hes just looking for a ride.
D Bm G
D Em G D
Ill lift it to the ceiling tiles
Of stadiums and shrines
If you see something to cheer about
Then Ill tell you that its mine.
You see something to reach about
Ill tell you that its mine
Im sorry that your mother died
That one was my fault
Im sorry anybody dies at all these days
D Bm G
Oh I see the night
With my own two eyes.
Let me know what you think.
a.santorelli@gmail.com
