behind the distant city
  she will ride under the water
  she will leave her son and daughter

 reduced to lying naked
  to feed those she holds sacred
  she is bare of clothes and beauty
  on disply in her nudity

 if someone calls her name out
  all she ever hears are cars
  through the window in the bathroom
  through the broken glass and bars

 seeking comfort in the wallet
  where she placed eighty dollars
  when the last one has departed
  she can slide into the darkness

 and slowly down the river
  the current pulls her under
  and it bathes her in its splendor
  is unmoved by her surrender

 and faint through the water
  the lights like brittle stars
  someone called her name out
  she no longer hears the cars

 Christine...             {repeat to fade