jesus the church, stuff and satin nights
                                                  
p.s. its all bull shit

you held up my name and shone back my light
you built up a house for us both
you looked in my eyes and laughed at my shame
told me it would be alright
but im sorry - and i love you - oh god how i love you

i descried your faultless attempt at flight
to tear away from our ascribed command
ild violate your sanctity with my schismatic profanity
of three words that you bore that you wont hear no more
cos  im sorry - and i love you - oh god how i love you

and this lukewarm pinning enough to make me sick
you knew ild die for you as i hang from this cross
avaricious lust from the stain on your heart
as i bleed away with our interned trust
but im sorry - and i love you - oh god how i love you
oooooooo
how i love you
ooooooooooooohhhhh how i love you.
Nights in white....(ooops)
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