Purple-brown skylit streetlight

Walking home, there ain’t a trace of moonlight

You hold out your hand and everything is so easy

And I think that’s the part that scares me

I’m giving you a night call to tell you how I feel.

I threw my hands in the air I said show me something
He said, if you dare come a little closer

Five years old, in my pink tutu
I was spinning, spinning 
and no one ever knew

He never, ever saw it
Coming at all
It’s alright, it’s al-

Right, it’s al-
Right, it’s al-
Right, it’s al-
Right, it’s al-
Right, it’s al-
Right

Hey, open wide, here comes
Original sin.