Communion

In the square area where we take off our shoes

It's communion, and you're sobbing. The moldings are fitted and blue

I remember I felt guilty, forgetting to swing you around

On the couch holding hands you relaxed and confessed

At your place washing off put me out like a dog

It's communion, and you're sobbing. The moldings are fitted and blue

I remember I felt guilty, for getting to swing you around