the only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you.

my church offers no absolutions.

she tells me, "worship in the bedroom."

the only heaven I'll be sent to 

is when I'm alone with you. 

I was born sick,
but I love it
command me to be well

if I'm a pagan of the good times

my lover's the sunlight

to keep the goddess on my side

she demands a sacrifice

to drain the whole sea

get something shinysomething meaty for the main course
that's a fine looking high horse
what you got in the stable?
we've a lot of starving faithful

no masters or kings 

when the ritual begins 

there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin 

 in the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene 

only then I am human 

only then I am clean