I wanna attack your flesh with glad abandon I wanna look for your fruits and put my hand on them I wanna turn up the thermostat beneath your skin I wanna uncover your swimming hole and dive right in I'm a moth flying into the light of his doom You wrap me up in your love cocoon Now there's an explosion of grace dripping in my bed Is it somewhere else is it in my head Is it sweet and tender is it rough and ready Is it fragile and delicate is it rock hard steady
Now the world keeps on banging and they come and go It's a part of their scenery it's a part of their show But I've got this wedding band wrapped around my finger Honey i'll be your poet darling i'll be your singer Some call it freedom some call it shackle But let's get together and build a tabernacle Of holy flesh and holy mirth We'll confute the enemy and enjoy the worth