| Pluck my silver stream | |
| From your eye and thigh | |
| And breathe in | |
| And I can see through me | |
| I can see through me | |
| Pluck | |
| My silver stream | |
| From your eye and thigh | |
| And breathe in | |
| Tuck | |
| That feeling in | |
| As you gather up your clothes | |
| This hotel's been too kind | |
| Turn me blind, and a blind eye to my wretched kind | |
| I'm no mystery to you no more | |
| On this hollow floor | |
| Pluck | |
| My silver stream | |
| From your eye and thigh | |
| And breathe in | |
| Tuck | |
| (I can see through you) | |
| That feeling in | |
| (I can see through you) | |
| As you pluck | |
| (Hmmm) | |
| My silver stream | |
| (Hmmm) | |
| And pluck | |
| (I can see through you) | |
| My silver stream | |
| (I can see through you) | |
| From your eye and thigh | |
| (Hmmm) | |
| And breathe in | |
| (Hmmm) | |
| Tuck | |
| (I can see through you) | |
| That feeling in | |
| (I can see through you) | |
| As you pluck | |
| (Hmmm) | |
| My silver stream | |
| (Hmmm) |