Hang up the phone and lay my body in the grass
God it feels good to be quiet
There is an answer but it sure ain't coming fast
Can't pay a surrogate to find it
Prisms of light
Whisper in the trees
Wake up the child
Inside of me
There's a hot hot heat
In my body
Heaven only knows what I need
But if you see light and you see it shining
Promise you will point it out to me
We're in the gutter staring at a fever moon
We're all filthy with desire
My hollow heart tries to step out from under gloom
But my spirit's just so tired
There's a hot hot heat
In my body
Heaven only knows what I need
But if you see light and you see it shining
Promise you will point it out to me
Then I'll be a prism of light
Then I'll be a prism of light
Then I'll be a prism of light
Then I'll be a prism of light
Then I'll be a prism of light
Then I'll be a prism of light
Then I'll be a prism of light
Then I'll be a prism of light
Then I'll be a prism of light