The sunlight, it lit up the place, it stole my golden night away. You were right, you said it right to my face, it wasn't the time, it wasn't the place to say anything. Jerking knees and electricity, I can feel your heartbeat through dirty sheets, we dirtied up with our dirty feet, from walking barefoot on the street. Take me out to the Southern State, dry my cheeks off please and speak softly to me. Weeks later, I said "I'm still feeling bruised." I'd wager you're feeling the same way that I do, I do, I do. It's true, it's true, a noticeable wound, where my hands were untied it was because of you, when it's healed then I'll be, when it's healed then I'll be too. Jerking knees and electricity...