Your eyes are moon, your glow is wine, oh my the completion
Your sun is glass, a shipwreck black on the ocean
Now I'm feeling 'bout a curse
And the censer burns
You're bridal white, a moany mime, oh 'n I've been aching
Let your paint rain off, we'll go Downy-soft and river-lazy
And feeling out of words
And the censer burns
The bass is loud, you foam at the mouth, a giddy howl breaking
With the devil out, you go n' cry foul until vacant
And you kill in the name of the Word
And the censer burns
My dream in you, could sink or swoon, oil-boom and blow out
My dream in you, could sink or swoon,
Oh, but it burst, and now the flame burns blue, blue, blue..
My dream in you, oh, my dream in youuuu
Feels true as the Word
And the censer burns