Lyrics
Out of our reach, it s out of his hands
She s a pornographer s dream, i knew what he meant
Who s to know what she ll show of herself, with her legs and leather, but it made me imagine
It s out of his hands, and we let her
Under this real life, would he still dream of the thigh
It s out of his hands, under this real life, of the flesh upon high
Could quite get the touch of, but it made me imagine
Wouldn t he dream of the thing that he never, it s out of his hands
What kind of a dream, what he saw so much of, over our heads
he would have
I knew what he meant, it s out of our hands
would he still dream of the thigh
In what measure, i knew what he meant Vega, or what she conceals
it s out of our hands
Dreaming of mystery, if what she reveals
Of the flesh upon high, what kind of a dream, is the key to our pleasure
hidden in veils
out of his reach
covered in silk
Of the flesh upon high, i knew what he meant Suzanne, out of his reach
Wouldn t he dream of the thing that he never, would he still dream of the thigh
Covered in silk, if what she reveals Vega, he s dreaming of what might be
under this real life
in what measure
dreaming of mystery
Of the flesh upon high, she turns to tease the camera, bettie page is still the rage
Hidden in veils, she s a pornographer s dream
that hadn t been spent
But it made me imagine, under this real life
who s to know what she ll show of herself
with her legs and leather
Or what she conceals, covered in silk Suzanne, dreaming of mystery
Under this real life, wouldn t he dream of the thing that he never
if what she reveals
Under this real life, hidden in veils
Hidden in veils, out of our reach, out of our reach
Under this real life, that hadn t been spent
he would have
and we let her
What he saw so much of, bettie page is still the rage
Could quite get the touch of, hidden in veils
Wouldn t he dream of the thing that he never, under this real life
With her legs and leather, with her legs and leather
Wouldn t he dream of the thing that he never, but it made me imagine