Come with your lips
And your swaying hips
Under God's eyes and naked as birth
We've got these souls
But don't you want to know
Just what these scarlet secrets are worth?
This coming and going
This guessing and knowing
It's not the soil from which our souls are wrought
I've got your dreams
In my pocket seams
And the horns grown from where my halo will not
Lift your ass right
Up to the sky
However you wish to say your prayers
You are the god
On which I am caught
With your healing fingers sliding through my hair
But for now your grace
And angelic face
Belong facedown in the pillows of this bed
You'll find your peace
Fallen on your knees
'Til your holy ghost has left my haunted head