Pleasure The Church

Oh my pounding heart wants to pull you apart

It's a mistake
Empty-handed at daybreak
The form of the skin is a light in the flesh
What's it take
It's a trap
Strap on your hair for another lap

Land on your feet in another suite
It's sweeter, complete, still standing in the street
In the street where you live with its mansions and flats
With its fountains and statues and gardens and flowers
Its starlings and rats
Where you stand in the shadow behind a great window
You say 'Well, that is that'

This a pleasure at your beck and call
At you leisure
The root of desire is a crack in the scene
Hesitation
It's a scam
Jam only/over [1:58] me, different I am

Land on your knees wherever you please
Seizing control
Still standing in a hole
And a whole year goes by in the blink of a pig's sty
Oh don't be shy
Its rewards and the seats your support and deceitful
Oh my lo my
Oh my pounding heart wants to pull you apart