Bedroom Hymns
This is as good a place to fall as any
Will you build our altar here?
Make me your Maria
I'm already on my knees
You had Jesus on your breath
And I caught him in mine
Sweating our confessions
The undone and the divine
'Cause this is his body
This is his love
Such selfish prayers
And I can't get enough
Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah
Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah
Spilled milk tears
I did this for you
Spilling over the idol
The black and the blue
The sweetest submission
Drinking it in
The wine, the women
The bedroom hymns
'Cause this is his body
This is his love
Such selfish prayers
And I can't get enough
Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah
Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah
I can't get enough
I'm not here looking for absolution
Because I found myself an old solution
I'm not here looking for absolution
Because I found myself an old solution
This is his body
This is his love
Such selfish prayers
And I can't get enough
This is his body
This is his love
Such selfish prayers
And I can't get enough
Whoa, whoa, yeah
And I can't get enough
Whoa, whoa, yeah
I can't get enough
Whoa, whoa, yeah, ah, ah