sid's on the corner takes off his dress jill's in the backseat and who's this girl i'm with i can't even see my hands in front of me i can't even see my lips moving where's my head on Tuesday i don't even know where am i today i can't even see straight ahead of me she wants her faith now they took away stares at the cross above her mothers grave i can't even feel my arms holding me i can't even see my eyes closing
