Elizabeth
My worship is a secret
Loose the chalice for me
From the tangles of your long brown hair
Let it out
Hand me the cruet
It's this moment that I speak of
Oh, to bless my please
In the rancor of your mhyrr-stained arms
Let me in!
Maybe I could have shown you
How my mouth is like a baby's
Were you ever too told
To make holy of an infant's tongue?
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go