did you throw up over my low shoes?
how you've been drinking. i know just how he was thinking of you. sara
till the skin sheds yours. sara
till the skin sheds yours. oh the leer of union st. and its bright lights. how does it feel in hindsight?
the love that it made to you. cuz i know union st. in the morning
there's never been such yearning
a bell that rang so true. sara
till the skin sheds yours. sara
till the skin sheds yours. sara
did you throw up all over that sailor's hands?
did you walk down union st. on your way back?
cuz i haven't seen you since. i haven't seen you since. i haven't seen you since. nobody's seen you since.