(+) Florence + The Machine - Bedroom Hymns (Lyrics)
This is as good a place to fall as any
We build our alter here
Make me your Mary
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
This is his body
This is his blood
Such selfish prayers
And I can't get enough
Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah
I can't get enough
Spilled Milk Tears
I did this for you
Spilling over the idol
The black and the blue
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
Whoa, whoa, yeah
I can't get enough
I'm not 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, I can't get enough
This is his body
Oh, this is his love
Such selfish prayers, I can't get enough
I can't get enough
Whoa, yeah, whoa