She puts out her light
Deep in our sheets
The rooms stale with light
With the dust that spins
But in my heart ached sighs
Bliss it seems
And again I feel like shame
And again I feel the same
And again I feel like shame
So I like the bruises I find
Safe for till senile
Warm like your breath
Hands of the preacher
Sworn like the priest
Accuse me a sinner
For sunder
And again I feel like shame
And again I feel the same
And again I feel like shame
So I like the bruises I find