Domine exaudi orationem meam. Domine exaudi orationem meam.
I always wanted to be a Catholic...but, I was cursed in being a Protestant.
Oh the life...to recite the right words I should pray.
Oh the life...to not have to decide what to wear everyday.
But, I am just a snake handler, emotion-as-a-drug dealer, a tv pitch wheeler screamer.
I make it all up as I go. Then, sell it as a video. See Betty at the tape table, tape table.
I'm in love with an Irish boy whose penetrating eyes pierce my chest and steal my breath.
Inter
With myrhh
In moonlight,
Eternal Passion Song.
Lecturn
in stained
glass sunlight,
place grace upon my tongue.
Domine exaudi orationem meam.
Where I'm from everyone is catholic...but, somehow I was born being protestant.
All my life, it was meetings in basements and abandoned schools.
All my life, it was windowless, sound-baffled, beige, barren rooms.
But, I would see them in the evenings going to their special teachings and hear next-day- storytellings.
This is where the first line's drawn and you can feel which side you're on. Still,
robes and smoke leave me in awe, so in awe.
I love an Italian boy with a beatific touch. Place your hands where it's relevant.
Inter
With myrhh
In moonlight,
Eternal Passion Song.
Lecturn
in stained
glass sunlight,
place grace upon my tongue.
Place your martyr mouth where my mouth shouts.
Place your mosaic mouth where my mouth shouts.
I always wanted to be a Catholic...but, I was cursed in being a Protestant.
Oh the life...to recite the right words I should pray.
Oh the life...to not have to decide what to wear everyday.
But, I am just a snake handler, emotion-as-a-drug dealer, a tv pitch wheeler screamer.
I make it all up as I go. Then, sell it as a video. See Betty at the tape table, tape table.
I'm in love with an Irish boy whose penetrating eyes pierce my chest and steal my breath.
Inter
With myrhh
In moonlight,
Eternal Passion Song.
Lecturn
in stained
glass sunlight,
place grace upon my tongue.
Domine exaudi orationem meam.
Where I'm from everyone is catholic...but, somehow I was born being protestant.
All my life, it was meetings in basements and abandoned schools.
All my life, it was windowless, sound-baffled, beige, barren rooms.
But, I would see them in the evenings going to their special teachings and hear next-day- storytellings.
This is where the first line's drawn and you can feel which side you're on. Still,
robes and smoke leave me in awe, so in awe.
I love an Italian boy with a beatific touch. Place your hands where it's relevant.
Inter
With myrhh
In moonlight,
Eternal Passion Song.
Lecturn
in stained
glass sunlight,
place grace upon my tongue.
Place your martyr mouth where my mouth shouts.
Place your mosaic mouth where my mouth shouts.