Incandescent Morning

The twisted face of a martyred saint

Your thighs around my neck

The doves coo in astonishment

Us inspired and erect

A holy show exalting all

Our riches laid to ruin

You turn into a harpsichord

I'll pluck another tune

A cigarette to smoke then

As incense fills the room

You cup your hands around the tip

Behold the glowing ploom

Then ask me for a drag and so

I blow into your mouth

Then you get up in all your truth

And chase the demons out

My God it's good to lie with you

Tear the pages from the book

Before you paint me black and blue

In the Incandescent morning

When the sun lights up the wound

And the hunger's been consumed

I'll wash my face beside your grace

And return to bed with you

We both conduct the chorus at dawn

You shown me some new spells

With a flick of the wrist you say knowingly

That's the thing about Sex kid it sells

In the crumb encrusted bread knife

I inspect my reflection now

Well the fame came too quick

Was like a pick n mix

Yet your lips are still twitching somehow

So we kiss just to avoid a row

My God it's good to lie with you

Tear the pages from the book

Before you paint me black and blue

In the Incandescent morning

When the sun lights up the womb

And the hunger's been consumed

I'll wash my face beside your grace

And return to bed with you

Then I dreamt something pure yet obscene

In the face of the current regime

We were angels on a beach, it was raining

But nobody wanted for nothing

My God it's good to lie with you

Tear the pages from the book

Before you paint me black and blue

In the Incandescent morning

When the sun lights up the wound

And the hunger's been consumed