Apple in my throat Eve you're flower woke Go slow, she said… Go slow the clocks tonight our shaking bodies move in time We say goodbye… We both know where this will go We both know we'll shed the skin from our bones… Kiss our innocence Hands a skin caress Go slow, she said… Go cupid to your bow The comfort of a virgins crush We say goodbye… We both know where this will go We both know we'll shed the skin from our bones…