As the sun descends too quickly   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   Christine      Christine