Her hair is red and piled high
She's 17 and so am I
Our mothers sip tea in the parlor
They carry prescriptions for gin
Each year they tighten our corsets
And feed us to marriageable men
But in the conservatory Amelia and I, we sing
Songs of angels and glory high
Pitying those who have died

Chorus: I'm living in sin
Do not try to help me out
I know where my heart's gone
I'm living in sin
bossom unbound and nothing held in
Don't pity me when I'm gone

His name is Peter
Just like the saint
His face is sweet
As heavens gate
Come sunday morning
He'll ask for her hand
He knows her father will give it
His been willed his own fathers land
And then no music lessons
No stars within our view
Amelia I won't let him lock the stars from you

repeat chorus

I gave her the lace from my diary
I pressed it into her palm
She gave me a silver locket
Sented with rose petal balm
We knew a girl who loved like this
And now she's up at saint elizabeths
But tonight amelia will meet me
At the shadows of lock 17
aww we'll bribe a boatman easily
To ferry us to alberdean

repeat chorus