A melting of morals A solder of souls As sexy as lace But with just as much holes Doubts were debated And Questions were raised All the stags and the hens Were stunned and amazed The portents and omens rang as loud as the bells With you at the altar And me in the cells Are you still breathing? Are you holding it in? Was it you I heard sniffing when you were stooped at the sink? Are we still breathing? Or are we holding it in? After all of this swimming are we beginning to sink? The Dress will decay But be in no doubt You can scrub you can soak But you can’t wash me it You can call it perversion You can call it a kink But no one could see us There’s no need to think Are you still breathing? Are you holding it in? Was it you I heard sniffing When you were stooped at the sink? Are we still breathing? Or are we holding it in? After all of this swimming Are we beginning to sink? All of these old stains. All of them ours. Anniversary fingerprints Scattered all through the house. Do you even remember What we said in the vows? God was watching one Saturday But he is not with us now. Turn away from me darling. Face to the wall. Turn the big light out I've locked the front door. Squeeze on the wedding gloves. Hands to the wall. It's the only posterity you will grant me at all. Grip me in your wedding glove. Fake silk touch to my face. Tens of years of giddy love come rushing back again.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
