This is a good a place to fall as any
We'll 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 out confessions
The undone and the divine, 'cause
This is his body, this is his love
Such selfish prayers, and I can't get enough (Ha!)
Whoa
Whoa
Yeah
Spilt milk tears, I did this for you
Spilling over the idol, the black and the blue
The sweetest submission, drinking you 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, 'cause
Whoa
Whoa
Yeah, I can't get enough
I'm not here looking for absolution
Because I've found myself an old solution
I'm not here looking for absolution
Because I've found myself an old solution
This is his body, this is his love
Such selfish prayers, I can't get enough
This is his body, this is his love
Such selfish prayers, and I can't get enough
I can't get enough
Whoa
Yeah, I can't get enough
Whoa
Yeah
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