Pull your dress from the briars   When there are no briars, no tangle of thorns   The rose is dangling darkside   As the queen of the ceiling had sound her great horn   Leaves anchor and signs with her horn      So it’s up and over the electric fence   The girls are screaming in agony or bliss   Here is the shore where the city ends   Under the freeway where the briars twist   The trucks roar and the briars twist   Cause your breath is still a wilderness   Your breath is still a wilderness   Your breath is still a wilderness      Cause your breath is still a wilderness   Your breath is still a wilderness   Your breath is still a wilderness