The virgin mary on a chain has hit me in the mouth again as we explore the carnal score of sacred and profane
Sulky boy won't drink his milk mothers breast beneath the silk remains untouched it's way too much reject all of that ilk
I have to say it makes me wonder if you are holding me to the same blue flame that you are under I feel you scolding me
Your virgin mary's in the way hallucinate her face by day obscure the view in front of you it's me here made of clay
You're playing near that line so thin, austerity? or just give in to endless appetite, embrace that white oblivion?
I have to say it makes me wonder if you are holding me to the same blue flame that you are under I feel you scolding me
And why so high the expectation? who could live up to this? well, there's no time now for explanation cold as an angel's kiss
I have to say it makes me wonder if you were holding me to that cold blue flame that you are under when you were holding me Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.