Inside her, is the suburbs
In the sodium lights and the streets
In parked cars and the booty cars
In every lonely disease

In the new love under covers
In the cold touch of the rights
In the dead flowers and the silent hours
In the night-clubs and the fights

Cold, cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like
Oh you know she, she's cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like

Sadie

Inside her, is the suburbs
In the old front rooms in the rain
In all the bad days, and the music he plays
In the bored kids and their games

In the new love under covers
And the young mums and their words
Let at home when all the kids have grown
Watching all the pretty young girls

Cold, cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like
Oh you know she, she's cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like

Sadie

Cold, cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like
Oh you know she, she's cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like

Oh, I've got to take it
And I've got to make it
And I've got to see it
And I've got to be it
And I've got to use it
And I've got to use it
And I've got to be sadie

Sadie

• Another No One
• Bentswood Boys
• Duchess
• Europe is Our Playground
• Every Monday Morning Come
• Every Monday Morning Comes
• Graffiti Women
• Have You Ever Been This Low?
• He's Dead
• High Rising
• Jumble Sale Mums
• Killing of a Flash Boy
• Killing of a Freshboy
• Modern Boys
• Money
• My Dark Star
• My Insatiable One
• Sadie
• Sound of The Streets
• The Big Time
• The Living Dead
• These Are The Sad Songs
• This Time
• To The Birds
• Together
• W. S. D.
• Where The Pigs Don't Fly
• Whipsnade